Post by N.y.x. on Jun 29, 2010 1:02:35 GMT -8
I got a sudden idea, so I just went with it :3
|Chapter One|
First days suck. That was the only thought going through Celeste Cartier's mind as she walked through all the teens milling about in the halls. Stares met her at every corner, glances that either said "you're hot," "doesn't belong," or "must be a bitch." A few of the guys made cat calls and whistled at her, and she ignored them. In her mind she was imagining kicking each one in the balls so hard their great-grandchildren would feel it, but refrained, knowing that it wasn't the way to make a good reputation in anew school.
Every so often she would find a couple making out in the corner and would think to herself, dirty Americans. It wasn't because of the public displays of affection; there was plenty of that where she came from. No, it was the fact that half the couples were the same gender that grossed her out.
Finally she reached the Counseling Office and acquired her class schedule, printed on a hideous shade of greenish yellow, almost like someone puked on it first. She groaned as she saw her first class: Algebra 1 Honors. As smart as she was, she just couldn't stand math. It was her worst subject, and extra credit was usually the only reason she slid by with an A-. To her that was barely passing, but to her parents that was amazing. The class was in room 103, wherever that was.
Celeste walked up to a girl and tapped her shoulder. "Je suis nouveau ici et ne sais pas ou est la salle 103. Pouvez-vous me dire?" All she had asked was where room 103 was, but she didn't think the girl spoke French.
"Oh, il est agreable de voir de nouveaux visages autour d'ici. Piece 103 est la-bas, dans la 100. Je vais vous promener la-bas." The girl smiled, and continued. "My name's Genevieve. What's yours?"
Celeste tried not to let the shock show on her face, but she wasn't succeeding by the look on Genevieve's face. "Celeste. Do you take French here?"
Genevieve nodded. "Yup. My best subject." She waved bye to her friends and started to walk in the direction of what she figured was the 100s. "So are you originally from France, or was that just to show off?"
"I'm originally from France. Mother taught me English though. Don't I have a French accent? I haven't really lived here long enough to have an American accent. At least, I don't think I have..." She trailed off, suddenly unsure of herself.
Genevieve laughed and shook her head. "No, you have a French accent. I guess I should have known by it. Sorry for the stupid question." She looked Celeste over and chuckled. "I guess I also should have known by your looks. You do know that guys will be all over you in no time, right?"
She groaned yet again. "First math, then this? This new school may kill me!" Her voice was dripping with sarcasm and both girls laughed. They stopped at a door that Celeste thought was 103, but saw it was 109 and looked to Genevieve, confused. "But I thought you were taking me to 103, math. What's this?"
"This, my dear French lady, is French. I wanted to show you to my French teacher, Miss Bauregard. If that's okay with you, I mean."
At that moment the first period bell rang, and both girls cursed under their breath.
"I guess it'll have to happen later. What do you have first period?" Celeste hoped it was math so that she'd have a friend to be with, if not at least an acquaintance. Math was scary to learn when there's no one to make it fun.
"Let's see. I have..." She whipped out her schedule and went to the first listing. "Math. I have math, 103, with you! Cool!" She put her schedule away and, pointing to the room, asked "You ready for your first day of school?"
"Hell no. Let's go."
|Chapter One|
First days suck. That was the only thought going through Celeste Cartier's mind as she walked through all the teens milling about in the halls. Stares met her at every corner, glances that either said "you're hot," "doesn't belong," or "must be a bitch." A few of the guys made cat calls and whistled at her, and she ignored them. In her mind she was imagining kicking each one in the balls so hard their great-grandchildren would feel it, but refrained, knowing that it wasn't the way to make a good reputation in anew school.
Every so often she would find a couple making out in the corner and would think to herself, dirty Americans. It wasn't because of the public displays of affection; there was plenty of that where she came from. No, it was the fact that half the couples were the same gender that grossed her out.
Finally she reached the Counseling Office and acquired her class schedule, printed on a hideous shade of greenish yellow, almost like someone puked on it first. She groaned as she saw her first class: Algebra 1 Honors. As smart as she was, she just couldn't stand math. It was her worst subject, and extra credit was usually the only reason she slid by with an A-. To her that was barely passing, but to her parents that was amazing. The class was in room 103, wherever that was.
Celeste walked up to a girl and tapped her shoulder. "Je suis nouveau ici et ne sais pas ou est la salle 103. Pouvez-vous me dire?" All she had asked was where room 103 was, but she didn't think the girl spoke French.
"Oh, il est agreable de voir de nouveaux visages autour d'ici. Piece 103 est la-bas, dans la 100. Je vais vous promener la-bas." The girl smiled, and continued. "My name's Genevieve. What's yours?"
Celeste tried not to let the shock show on her face, but she wasn't succeeding by the look on Genevieve's face. "Celeste. Do you take French here?"
Genevieve nodded. "Yup. My best subject." She waved bye to her friends and started to walk in the direction of what she figured was the 100s. "So are you originally from France, or was that just to show off?"
"I'm originally from France. Mother taught me English though. Don't I have a French accent? I haven't really lived here long enough to have an American accent. At least, I don't think I have..." She trailed off, suddenly unsure of herself.
Genevieve laughed and shook her head. "No, you have a French accent. I guess I should have known by it. Sorry for the stupid question." She looked Celeste over and chuckled. "I guess I also should have known by your looks. You do know that guys will be all over you in no time, right?"
She groaned yet again. "First math, then this? This new school may kill me!" Her voice was dripping with sarcasm and both girls laughed. They stopped at a door that Celeste thought was 103, but saw it was 109 and looked to Genevieve, confused. "But I thought you were taking me to 103, math. What's this?"
"This, my dear French lady, is French. I wanted to show you to my French teacher, Miss Bauregard. If that's okay with you, I mean."
At that moment the first period bell rang, and both girls cursed under their breath.
"I guess it'll have to happen later. What do you have first period?" Celeste hoped it was math so that she'd have a friend to be with, if not at least an acquaintance. Math was scary to learn when there's no one to make it fun.
"Let's see. I have..." She whipped out her schedule and went to the first listing. "Math. I have math, 103, with you! Cool!" She put her schedule away and, pointing to the room, asked "You ready for your first day of school?"
"Hell no. Let's go."