Post by Lissa Faye on Aug 3, 2007 19:11:57 GMT -5
Lissa sat in a daze in her French class. She rested her head in her hand and blatantly stared out the window at the school grounds. It wasn't that she didn't like French -you don't study a language for 5 years without liking it- she just wasn't in the mood for it today. The teacher expected the class to speak French at all times; there was a sign on the door that read "Ici, Nous Parlons Francais." She even allowed idle chatter so long as it wasn't English.
Aujourd'hui, Lissa's mind was elsewhere. Despite all the drama going on, Lissa wasn't thinking about her friend, Joie. Rather, she was focused on Joel Walken. She had spent some time with him the past weekend, and for some reason couldn't get him and how cute he was when he had been drinking off her brain. She grinned to herself. I guess you can't blame a girl for being a little self-centered every now and again.
Suddenly, Lissa became aware that her teacher was looking at her expectantly. She took her face from her hand and straightened in her chair. She looked at the chalkboard but saw nothing helpful. She frowned and made a face like she didn't understand what had just been said.
"Euh...Madame...Comment?"
The teacher gave her an exasperated look and turned back to the board. Lissa leaned over to the person next to her and asked in a whisper
"Qu'est-ce que nous faisons?"
Aujourd'hui, Lissa's mind was elsewhere. Despite all the drama going on, Lissa wasn't thinking about her friend, Joie. Rather, she was focused on Joel Walken. She had spent some time with him the past weekend, and for some reason couldn't get him and how cute he was when he had been drinking off her brain. She grinned to herself. I guess you can't blame a girl for being a little self-centered every now and again.
Suddenly, Lissa became aware that her teacher was looking at her expectantly. She took her face from her hand and straightened in her chair. She looked at the chalkboard but saw nothing helpful. She frowned and made a face like she didn't understand what had just been said.
"Euh...Madame...Comment?"
The teacher gave her an exasperated look and turned back to the board. Lissa leaned over to the person next to her and asked in a whisper
"Qu'est-ce que nous faisons?"
