Extraordinary

Chapter 3: French

Science ends, and I'm off to French. The French teacher is named Madame Mankes, and she's really very nice. She teaches us about what life in France is like, and questions and answers you might get if you were actually there. Plus, she tells us stories about her trips to places in France like Paris, Bordeaux, and other places like that. Right now, we're learning how to ask everyday questions, such as "What is your name?" Or "Hello! How are you?" It's really fun, and we play games and do bingo and all sorts of stuff to make it interesting (not that I wouldn't find it interesting if it didn't have all that fun stuff. The only subject I would like to snore in is social studies).

Anyway, today, we're learning how to say questions about another person, such as "What's your favorite color?"

As I walk in, I smile at Madame Mankes and say, "Bonjour! Comment allez-vous?" which means, "Hello! How are you?"

"Je fais bien, Aurora, faisant ainsi! Aussi, très agréable prononciation de votre français! Bon travail!" ("I'm doing well, Aurora, doing well! Also, very nice pronunciation of your French! Good job!") she says.

"Merci," (thank you) I say, and I half walk, half skip to my desk.

French is one of my favorite subjects besides science, of course. But, as always, there have to be people in the way of my happiness. Those people include Clarissa.

Does she have to be such a show off?

Right now, she's walking past my desk to go "prove" her skills to Madame Mankes. That's the only thing I don't like about my French teacher. She falls right into Clarissa's trap, every single time. It's quite annoying, actually, how I can see right through her lies and nobody else really can.

Anyway, Clarissa tells all these stories about her trips to France, how she's from there, all that stuff. Although, it's all lies. According to her school record, (which I kind of got from hacking on to the school website and looking at it. Nothing hard. Basic hacking) she was born in New Jersey, and her parents were born in P.A. She's such a liar! Also, she tells Mr. Ross that her parents are scientists, tells the ELA teacher her Uncle is an English professor at an Ivy League college, and the math teacher that her aunt is a math teacher at a school somewhere in Dubai for poor children. All of this is lies. Her uncle sells used cars, her aunt doesn't work at all, and her parents are both accountants at the local hospital.

Don't even begin to ask me how I know that.

Plus, she pretends that she can speak fluent French (she has her phone in her pocket at all times so she can look up how to say things), she pretends that she listens in class (when she doodles hearts and writes notes to her other friends in class) and she pretends she's the most innocent girl in the world. 

Anyway, Clarissa goes up to Madame Mankes now and starts to have a conversation with her in what Madame calls "amazingly fluent French", but is really a line from Google Translate that she memorized. When they're finally finished, Clarissa sits down next to me (ME! I know!! The school ALWAYS puts me with her!!) puts her hands on the desk, and shoots me a smug look.

"I bet you don't know how to do that," she whispers.

Before I can retort, Madame starts the class.

Ugh. I HATE that girl!!!!