So why me

01h50pm

"Do you always wear sunglasses and a hat when you're on the street?"

"Of course, that's the other side of the coin, one of the disadvantages that all superstars have. I mean, I'm not really a superstar, but I'm famous enough so that the common people would annoy me all the time when I'm away from home. Ahhhh, how difficult it is to be pretty and talented. Enough sterile chatter, I'm hungry. Come on, let's go eat at 230 fifth rooftop, I'm sure you'll love it."

Adam feels a little powerless to make this statement. Beautiful, extremely rich, excellent student, gifted for acting and famous model, she would also be a talented artist. Everyone in town gets excited when they talk about his piano recitals and painting exhibitions. Last year, Jessica even surprised everyone by releasing a single for Disney when a cartoon was released. Once again, she surprised the journalists of the specialized press when one of her songs with an infantile theme was ranked in the top 10 for 9 consecutive weeks. Adam thinks it's a little unfair somewhere. It is as if fate had taken away all the opportunities for many people and had offered them all to Jessica. When Jessica takes his hand to speed up the pace, his grievance doesn't last long and once again, Adam's brain is empty itself because of too fast blood pressure.

02h25pm

"So how do you like this place? Good, isn't it? And how are your Philadelphia Roll? I've already eaten them and I must admit that their cuisine is not bad for a popular food."

Isolated in his universe, Adam no longer hears the questions and answers that Jessica's chaines up since almost 5 minutes. Since this morning, Adam thinks he's entered a different world. He has no superpowers, he is not stronger, his wallet is still awfully empty he and has not changed, but apart from that, nothing he lives seems real. Together, they went to three clothing stores. According to his approximate calculations, Jessica's numerous purchases for him would rise up to more than $160,000. Apart from the bags containing his 4 new pairs of shoes and his sneakers that he carries with him, all his purchases will be delivered to his home tonight, without him having to worry about it as Jessica told him.

Although his city is not far away, Adam almost never goes to New York, so it is not surprising that his surprise is total this lunchtime when he is having lunch on the roof of a building of a chic restaurant. Never leaving his house and not interesting in what is fashionable at all, he did not think that this kind of place could exist.

"Hey Adam, are you with us?"

Adam has a little flaw. Often, he isolates himself in his world. It is a means of self-defense that he unconsciously put in place over the years and even today, Jessica has had to bring him back to earth many times.

As if she had just emerged victorious from a sporting event, Jessica swells her chest and has a brilliant smile is born on her pulpy lips. Very happy to be able to share her knowledge, the Jessica chatterbox starts up again. "You know, you can find different restaurants everywhere. For example, paradoxically, at this roof, in France and England, they even have restaurants buried deep underground in which they offer local specialities. In Japan... Ah, there's too much to say about the crazy restaurants in this country. There, I have a funny idea. If we have time, we'll eat underground next week and..."

Adam, who no longer thought about it, can't even imagine his mother's reaction when he will tell her: "By the way, Mom, I'm going to England for two weeks. When? This Saturday morning, of course, what question." No, no, no, he's convinced, his mother will never agree to let him out of the country like that. Although he has a passport, a trip is decided long in advance, it is carefully planned, it will definitely be the opinion of his mother and Adam who is a very calm boy can understand her. Stopping Jessica's pouting words, Adam cannot ignore this essential point.

"On that note, my mother won't agree that I should follow you to England, so, that's it, I'm sorry."

Jessica is foreign to the word failure. When she does something, she completes it in the best possible way. Adam's negative sentence does not worry him at all, because she is sure that this weekend he will be part of the trip.

"You just prepare your passport and clothes. No, I'll help you prepare clothes tomorrow night before Kate's party, because if I trust your tastes, the result of your colour combinations could be horrible. If you're worried about your mother, I'll take care of her tonight and everything will be fine. Now eat your dishes quickly or they'll get cold and you won't fully enjoy their flavor."

06h50pm

In her home, Mrs. Clifford has never been so agitated in her life. She goes around in circles, comes and goes, goes every 2 minutes to the front door to check if her despicable son is back, then closes it by slamming it. Usually, at this very late hour of the day, Mrs. Clifford, after a quick shower to evacuate sweat and work fatigue, would have already equipped her apron. She would then have grabbed her knives and started cooking happily for her and her son, but today her heart is not in the kitchen and she can't calm down.

Until 30 minutes ago, she thought she had raised a good boy, respectful of her teachings. A young man with a sense of righteousness and morality, who would follow a clean path relying solely on his abilities to make his life a success. It is unfortunate that she only now realizes the truth and it hurts her deeply. Mrs. Clifford is aware that Adam is not a good student, that for him, university is only a pious wish, yet she is disgusted by his attitude.

Are all children who do not succeed in school nowadays prostituting themselves? Do they live off one of the girls whose parents are among the wealthiest in the world? She will not need to ask around to know the answer to these questions, because she knows that the answer is, NO. Her son's vile act, combined with the fact that his girlfriend is a real colossus, gives her the impression of being trampled on. It sends her back to what she really is, a normal person, who works hard and fights to get the roast on the table. Tonight, in addition to the anger and pain of a disappointed mother, Mrs. Clifford feels suffocated as she watches the sixty or so bags of very famous brands spread out on the dining room floor, which were delivered to her by handsome men wearing sublime costumes, who, as they left, climbed up in large black BMWs.