Chapter 3
The French test was incredibly easy. There are questions like fill in the blank:
Le chien a essayé son mieux pour (1) le chat. The dog was trying its hardest to (1) the cat.
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casher Hide from
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trouver Find
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jouer avec Play with
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attraper Catch
I got put into one of the highest French classes. The teacher is named Miss Molyneux . She is a young French lady who came to America to become a teacher. She has short blond hair and doesn’t wear a lot of make up.
The next class I go to is English. I walk in slightly late because I couldn’t find the room. The teacher, a stern man, looks at me, then at the paper in his hands.
“Are you Miss Myer?”
“Yes, sir.” I say, not knowing what to call him
“My name is Mr. Samuels. Welcome to the class. You may take a seat behind Maxwell.” He says as he gestures to a boy.
Maxwell turns to the front of the classroom from talking to one of his friends. He is super hot. He has short brown hair. He is wearing an MW football jacket. He’s a jock... I think. I walk over to my seat and sit down.
“Hey, I’m Max. And you are?”
“Jessie.”
“Mister Sutton, do you want to stay after class another day this week?” Mr. Samuel’s voice makes me flinch.
Max turns around, “No.”
The class giggles quietly.
“I suggest you listen to the lecture and take your notes. Remember class, you have a test in two weeks!” Mr. Samuels goes off into a rant about the use of semicolons.
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‘Brrrriiinggg!’
The lunch bell makes me jump. I had been taking notes in Mr. Samuel’s class for an hour. People are up out of their seats in less than a minute and stream out the door. I head towards the cafeteria and realize that I have no one to sit with. I walk to the lunch line and grab a tray. I pull my Hello Kitty wallet out of my back pocket and hand the lunch lady 10 dollars. As she gives me my change, I gaze out at the cafeteria. Everyone has someone to sit with, except for Will. I am tempted to sit by him, but I think better of it.
Someone taps on my shoulder. I turn around and see a girl with chocolate skin and curly black hair.
“Hi! I’m June. I noticed you were alone. You can sit with me and my friends if you want.”
“Um,” I say, “sure.”
“Great! Our table is over here.” She heads towards a table full of people.
“I don’t think I will be able to fit.”
“Oh sure you will! Margaux move over! The new girl is sitting next to me!”
A girl wearing a paint splattered tee shirt scoots over and I sit down where she was.
“Hello new girl, what’s your name?”
“Jessie.”
“I’m Margaux. What’s your talent?”
I don’t know what she means by this question, so I stay silent.
“Oh, ya know!” She says, nudging me, “Everyone here has a talent. Mine’s painting. June’s is gymnastics. People could have anything, really. Over there, the girl in the blue shirt, her’s is Spanish.”
“Oh. Um, I guess mine’s French. I’m not that good at anything else.”
“Wow! Have you ever been to France?”
“No, but my mother was born there.”
Margaux smiles at me, “My name is French, only because my grandmother is French. I don’t know the language though. Most of my friends call me Mary.”
“Margaux means pearl. That’s kind of funny because...” I gesture to her light blonde hair and pale skin.
“Really? I never knew that!” Margaux, Mary was laughing along with the rest of the table.
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