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Ok students,let start to clean up. The bell will ring in 10 minutes. Emma, are we giving you a drive ?" Asked my art teacher, Mme. Lily
Mme. Lily is also my math, ELA, and Health teacher. I'm in French immersion, so that's why she's Mme.
"Yes, if you don't mind," I replied to Mme. Lily
"Oh it's no trouble ," she said cheerfully
The class cleaned up, and soon enough ,the bell rang.We stayed a couple minutes while Mme. Lily finished up what she was doing.
"Just to let you know, I'm also giving Mlle. Madison a drive," mentioned Mme. Lily
Mlle. Madison is my other teacher. I'm in grade 6, and since I'm in imm,I only have two teachers for my main subjects. Mme. Lily has a daughter named Ava. Ava is in my class. Funny enough, Mme. Lily is my home room teacher, so Ava has her mother as a teacher. When Mme. Lily mentioned giving me a drive, it was a given Ava would be coming.
That was fine. Ava and I were close friends.Mlle. Madison walked into the room.
"Prête à I mean ready to go?" She asked
I saw what she had done there. I think that anyone that speaks more than one real language would do it;speak the opposite language of what you meant to.
"Yep," Mme. Lily replied as she logged off her computer.
So, we headed out to Mme. Lily's car, buckled up, and away we went.
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Dance floor
General FictionThings are complicated for foster child Emma. But things get really rough after a car crash and a tumble. How will Emma react? Or everyone else for that matter...
