Useless drabble I wrote (again) in school. It's about a French girl who undergoes something unfrogettable and she tries to convey it to us by writing in her best English. And also, it's unfinished and I'm not sure if I want to continue it.




C'est-- normal day in Scrasbourg, France. I was reading a book. Then a grande femme went inside my room, while I was in the... climax. I didn't like that, so I ignored her. She began speaking nonsense in Italian. Je peux parler italien, but I couldn't understand her. I didn't even know that what she said would change my life.

So I said, "Excuse-moi, est-ce que je te connais?"

The femme stopped her babbling and slowly smiled. "Ah, you speak French!"

I rolled my eyes at her. I'm in France; of course I knew French!

She flipped her blonde hair and neared me. I scooted back, because I didn't like her. You don't let people you don't like get near you.

"J'aime vos cheuex." She said, trying to get a French accent--and failing.

I stuck my tongue out at her. "Mother said not to talk to strangers."

If she was really stupid, I already knew what she was going to say.

"But you're talking to me now!" She exclaimed, laughing at my intended mistake.

Yes, she was stupid. I picked up my book and stood up and walked out of the room. She was bothering me.



That's all. It sucks, I know! I don't have any good ideas recently... :(