Concours des jeunes auteurs pour l’europe

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Voici trois textes écrit par les élèves de la seconde 4 pour le concours des jeunes auteurs pour l’europe.


Nouvelle de Pahoua Yang et Marie Loy

Harry to his friends – and they didn’t number many – wasn’t the sort of person you’d bump into at the local pub, meet at a football match or invite home for a barbecue. Frankly, if there was a club for introverts, Henry would be elected chairman – reluctantly. At school, the only subject in which he excelled was mathematics, and his mother, the one person who adored him, was determined that Henry would have a profession. His father had been a postman. With one A level in maths, the field was fairly limited – banking or accountancy. His mother chose accountancy. […] Henry was well aware that his colleagues considered him to be reliable, competent and thorough, which only added to his sense of failure. The highest praise he ever received was, “You can always depend on Henry. He’s a safe pair of hands.” But all of that changed the day he met Angela.

It was on an autumn day in a park. He was reading the newspaper and it started raining. He was running for shelter and when he saw a carousel he thought, “That’s a perfect shelter”. There was a girl who had had the same idea. She looked like a goddess in heaven. Henry felt a feeling he had never felt before : the joy of falling in love at first sight. He was so shy that he didn’t say anything for a long time and finally, he found the courage to ask : “Sorry, what’s your name ?” She smiled at him and answered, “My name is Angela.” “Have I met you before ?” asked Henry. “Maybe… I work at the flower shop Keep Me Forever”. “So…” The rain stopped and Angela told him that she had to go to work and that if he wanted to see her again he had to come to the shop and buy some flowers. After she had left the only words that he had in his mind were the name of the flower shop – “Keep Me Forever” – and the name of the woman, “Angela”. She was tall and she had eyes like a starry night and her hair was as blonde as the colour of the sun. Her white teeth and her sparkling pink lips gave her a perfect smile. To look at her was to look at an angel who had fallen from the sky. Then Henry set about searching for Angela’s flower shop, and eventually found it. Before he went to work the next morning he went to the flower shop and bought some white roses. He knew that if he wanted to see her again he had to buy something, so every day he bought flowers just to meet her.

Every time Henry bought flowers Angela was listening to the same song, a love song. On a glacial winter day, Henry asked her what the title of the song was. She answered that the title was “Keep Me Forever” and that it was her favourite song, hence the name of her shop. Henry felt a strange feeling as if he had already heard this song somewhere else, but where… He didn’t remember. When he was a child ? No, it wasn’t an old song. While walking in the park ? No, there was no music… He raked his mind and saw a place as white as snow and people gathering around him but he couldn’t see them clearly because their faces were blurred but he knew that these people were familiar. Suddenly he felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart. Someone was calling his name and the voice was saying “Open your eyes, Henry ! Please, please !” Angela ; it was Angela’s voice. Henry told himself, “I have to open my eyes but, I can’t. I have no strength”.

The day after, Henry woke up in hospital. He stood up and asked the nurse why he was there but the nurse didn’t say anything. She just called the doctor. The doctor arrived with a piece of paper on his hand. “Maybe he knows what happened ?” thought Henry. He was scared. “Hello Mr. Preston.” The doctor said in a kind voice. “Doctor, please, what happened ?” “At first, do you remember anything ?” “I was buying flowers like everyday and… I woke up in this room.” The doctor looked sad and his face was a colourless. “I have bad news for you. You have to be courageous !” “Why doctor ? Why ?” Henry asked worried. “You are ill, very ill, I’m sorry…” “What do you mean ?” “You had a heart attack when you were in the flower shop and the owner of the shop called an ambulance”. “And…” Henry’s face was as white as milk. “We aren’t optimistic, you have a heart disease.” “That means I have problems with my heart ?” “Yes… You have only one or two months left, no more…” Suddenly, Henry heard a person who was crying and then nothing. “No… And with another heart, could I live longer ?” “Sorry, there’s no solution, it’s beyond – … I’m sorry…” Tears ran down Henry’s face. Outside Angela was sitting on a park bench and she was crying too. She thought “Why… Why him ?” Nobody knew that one hour before Angela had closed her shop. She had thought that Henry would be happy to see her in the hospital with five white roses. She couldn’t explain it but a new and strange feeling was born in her heart. So she went to the hospital and as she entered the room, she heard the doctor say to Henry that he had a heart disease.

Two days later, Henry went back home. He was walking when suddenly he saw a poster with a picture of a happy family. The family was smiling and on the poster, Henry could read a message. “Come back to us quickly, please” was written in black letters. Henry frowned and found it was very strange. “Did I really see that, or am I going mad ?” After he had come home, Angela called him and said that she had to see him immediately. Henry said “Come to see me if you want I’m at home.” And ten minutes later Angela came to Henry’s flat and sat on the sofa. Henry asked her if she was alright. She answered : “Yes, but I have something to tell you, it’s very important… The other day I came to visit you when you were in hospital but… I heard a conversation between you and the doctor and… and…” She was crying and Henry smiled. “Oh, it was you who crying… Why ?” “Because… I felt a strange thing. A wave of emotions filled my heart like burning flame.” She hesitated a moment. “I… I’ve fallen in love with you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, before… before…” Henry kissed her and said : “Do you want to marry me ?” “Yes” said Angela, “I’m the happiest woman in the world”

One month later, Henry and Angela were hand in hand at the town hall in front of the Mayor. There was just Henry and Angela present, because they wanted to get married secretly. The town hall was full of white roses. The Mayor began : “We are here today to join in matrimony Henry and Angela. Henry Johann Preston do you want to take Angela Elisabeth White for your wife ?” With a big smile on hid face Henry answered “Yes, I want to spend the rest of my life with her, I promise that I will love her more than the most precious diamond.” The Mayor continued “And you, Angela Elisabeth White, do you want to take Henry Johann Preston for your husband ?” “Yes, I do,” answered Angela, with a tear of joy in the corner of her eyes. Angela took a gold ring out of her pocket and put it on Henry’s finger. Henry took the second ring but… The ring fell on the floor… “No, not a heart attack, not yet !” He wanted to open his eye but... “I want to live all with my love ! We can do anything for love, Angela where are you ?” Suddenly he opened his eyes, saw a white wall and a person. It was a woman whose face wasn’t clearly visible. “Henry ! Henry !” said the voice. “What happened ? Where I am Angela ?” “Angela ? I’m your mother ! You have had an accident and you have been in a coma since last December.”

One morning, Henry was having a walk in a park when a song resounded in his head. He knew that he had already heard this song but he just remembered the beginning, “Keep me forever”. He looked his watch. “Oh ! It’s time to go to work,” Henry said. After every step, he heard the song more distinctly and finally he remembered the whole song “Keep me forever, I want you to keep me forever”. He looked up and saw a flowers shop. He thought “I haven’t bought white roses for a long time”. He entered the shop and saw a tall blond-haired woman… “No I can’t believe it ! Angela !” The woman smiled and Henry felt tears in his eyes…


Nouvelle de Sarah Riffault, Thomas Daniel et Gary

HENRY PRESTON, Harry to his friends – and they didn’t number many – wasn’t the sort of person you’d bump into at the local pub, meet at a football match or invite home for a barbecue. Frankly, if there was a club for introverts, Henry would be elected chairman – reluctantly. At school, the only subject in which he excelled was mathematics, and his mother, the one person who adored him, was determined that Henry would have a profession. His father had been a postman. With one A level in maths, the field was fairly limited – banking or accountancy. His mother chose accountancy. [..] Henry was well aware that his colleagues considered him to be reliable, competent and thorough, which only added to his sense of failure. The highest praise he ever received was, ‘You can always depend on Henry. He’s a safe pair of hands.’ But all that changed the day he met Angela.

It was a hot day, and the sun was shining in the sky. After a hard day’s work contrary to his habits, he decided to go to the Green Park. As he was walking around the lake and through the crowd, his eyes met hers. Angela was different. She was not like the others. She had mesmerizing eyes which hypnotized him. Her gait was very elegant, and she was slim and petite. You really wanted to take her in your arms. From the moment he saw her, he knew that she would save him from his boring life. It was love at first sight, and after that, things started speeding up. She soon settled down in Henry’s flat. She was very shy, but they didn’t have to speak to understand each other. So his mother liked her very much. They lived together. It was his first love story. Everything was fine ; he bought her all that she wanted. She liked salmon, so he bought it for her ; she liked soft blankets and nice baskets, so he bought them too. She had everything she wanted and needed. He gave her a beautiful golden necklace on which her name was engraved. She was happy and so was he. He loved her, and she loved him. At night, she enjoyed snuggling against him. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever known in his all life. And for the first time, he really felt good. But after a while things started to change. She started roaming the streets more often. Henry had the impression that she no longer wanted to stay at home with him. This impression hurt him and made him sad. He would have liked to tell her what he felt, but he couldn’t. So the situation became worse and worse. She went into the habit of sneaking out at night, and she only came back in the morning as if nothing had happened. So he was even sadder and really worried. He was afraid that one day Angela would leave the flat and never come back, but he hoped that this day would never come. He knew that Angela would never be replaced. After one week missing, he felt that she would never come back again. He got into a great panic ; he couldn’t believe that she had left him. He tried to reassure himself by saying that it was impossible. Tears streamed down his wet face like a silver river. What would he do without her ? His sense of failure returned. What was so wrong with him that even Angela didn’t want him anymore ? Hadn’t he done his best to please her, to satisfy all her needs ? How could she be so ungrateful ? A few days later, unable to put his mind at rest, he decided to phone his mother at last. Maybe she would be able to comfort and reassure him. His mother always knew better.

“Mum, mum !” he cried on the phone. “Oh, Henry. What’s happened ?” “I’ve got a problem. I’m so desperate !” “Please Henry. Tell me !” “Have you seen Angela ? My sweet Angela…” “Henry, I’m sorry, but the last time I saw her, it was with you, two weeks ago.” “Do you think she will come back soon ? Maybe I must call the police ?” “Don’t worry. I think she will come back. You know how cats are. They always find their way home.”


Nouvelle de Valentin Vassort, Guillaume Renault et Gael

“Let me show you something,” she said, rising from her armchair and smiling a little knowingly. “Since we’re talking of collections… I think mine is probably unique.” He raised an eyebrow ; “You ? You have a collection ? I didn’t know you were interested in collecting things.” “Well, I’m not really. You can’t exactly call my collection a collection of ‘things.’” “I’m intrigued,” he said, sipping the last drops of his tea. It felt a little strange, being back in this house after so many months of absence. He stood up, adjusting the creases on his trousers. “So what exactly is it that you collect ?”

“Before I show you my collection, let me tell you my story,” she answered. “It all began on a cold winter’s day. It was a day unlike any other. I was a homeless person in New York. I was without family and friends. I lived on bread and water. On that day, I woke up at ten o’clock, muffled up in my blanket. Then I decided to beg my way down to Harlem. I was so cold… I was plodding in the snow, I was holding out my hand and the people were looking at me probably thinking : “How sad ! I feel sorry for her ! She has not even enough money to buy a cup of coffee…” At midday, I had managed to get enough money to buy myself a cup of coffee and a sandwich and I went to Central Park. When I had finished my quick lunch, a man came and said : “Have you eaten ? You seem so weak ! Oh sorry, I didn’t introduce myself. My name is Mister Goody. I am the manager of the company ‘Interdependent’. This company provides homeless people with food”. Without saying a word, I stood up and followed him to a place like the Garden of Eden. I was able to eat what I wanted ! The man and I ate at the same table. In the middle of our lunch, he asked me for my name. He asked me if I had a family, but I remained as dumb as a fish. I couldn’t utter a word. “Sorry,” said Mr. Goody suddenly, “I must leave. An assistant is coming to ask you some questions. Have a good day !” I never opened my mouth. The assistant came and she put my mind at ease. With confidence I started to talk to her. She told me that her name was Kate and that she was Mr. Goody’s assistant. She said that she needed information about me and about all the homeless people. Then she asked me what my name was and I answered that I was called Jenny. “Do you have a family ?” she asked me, but this question made me sad. Three weeks after, Kate, Mister’s Goody assistant and I found a member of my family. We decided to meet him at his home. It was my little brother. It was the best meeting of my life. Emotions ran high. We shared childhood memories ! We spoke about a lot of things : our best moments together, our secrets, our quarrels, the foolish things we did. But when I spoke about Grandpa, he said nothing. I understood that he had passed away. I burst into tears. He came to me and he told me how Grandpa had died. He had died from a heart attack. Then I learnt that I was his heir and that I was going inherit his mysterious clock. My brother gave me a sheet of paper on which Grandpa had written before his death : “Hi my darling, I remember how you liked my clocks. They are for you. Be careful, they have a secret ! Don’t misuse it ! Love from Grandpa who loves you !” He led me to a room. It was dark and when my brother switched on the light, I saw about ten clocks. They were beautiful ! There were many different kinds of clocks : there were multicolored, some in wood, some which dated from the Renaissance. I thought of the enigma again, so I decided to turn the hands of all the clocks clock-wise. All of sudden, there was a blinding green flashlight. It made my flesh creep and I wanted to escape. But when I opened the door, a powerful whirl encircled me. I became unconscious and when I woke up, I recognized the room where I was. I was in my Grandpa’s living room. I didn’t understand. A fire was lit, although the house had been deserted for a long time. At this precise moment, I understood that the secret of the clocks was to return in the past ! Grandpa was there like in my childhood. I was sitting on the leather sofa near the fireplace. When he was reading his favorite newspaper “The Times,” I knew that he didn’t want to be disturbed. I slowly tiptoed towards him. Grandpa must have heard me because he turned around and he said : “I was waiting for you ! I was sure you wanted to come !” He took me in his arms and kissed me. I was so happy ! “Grandpa, I missed you a lot ! I want to stay here with you forever !” “It is impossible ! The clocks are adjusted just for a limited time ! Listen to me ! Before you go off again, I will tell you a secret. When I was young, I hid a treasure in Central Park under the big oak near the duck pond. When ever you need it, you can use it !” “Oh Grandpa ! You spoil me ! For these past years, I’ve been poor, I needed money ! Do you allow me to use the treasure to pay my debts !?” “Of course ! Oh the whirl is reappearing ! You need to leave !” I kissed him and told him that I loved him. Dragged down into the whirl, I was directly propelled into the present. My heart was pounding. Back to the present, I ran to Central Park, a shovel in my hand. As Grandpa had said, I dug under the oak. Eventually, I found the treasure. I opened it : there were a lot of coins which certainly dated back to the eighteenth century. With this money, I decided to buy a house. As a tribute to Grandpa, I had a portrait of him painted and put above the fireplace. Now, he is the pride of our family ! My friend raised an eyebrow : “So, this is your collection. I didn’t know that you had such a collection of clocks !”