Chapter 4- Our Supervisor

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So I don't think this will offend anyone but if you get offended easily please don't leave a rude comment!

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"Bye Alex!" I said, as they left the digsite. Emily, Mia, and I started talking about where certain artefacts came from, when a girl walked up to us and said, "Parlez-vous français?" we didnt answer immediately because we had to process what that could mean for a split second, and right before I said no, she said "Habla espanol? Loqueris Latin?" She said in a pissed off tone. Now I was pissed off! " a little, ita vero, but why the fuck do you want me to speak latin! We're in the UK!!" I realised I was being rude and apologised. She spoke fluent English and said, "sometimes I get bored speaking this language" She said in a thick French accent and bitchy tone. All three of us, being from different parts of the United Kingdom got really defensive of our home language and culture. We all studied the wars we had with the French and thought purely out of rage and historical evidence, and I eventually said, "Os ydych chi am siarad iaith ffansi, beth am siarad Cymraeg?" I said. I was so happy I learned Welsh in college at the point. I think that got to her. She took a second to process it, I doubt she spoke Welsh. (oh look a found a weakness)

( A/N that means- if you want to speak a fancier language, why not speak Welsh?)

"Ugh. Insult me one more time, i'll have you fired! By the way, my name is Sydney, but you should call me Dr. Cormier" She said. Wow, I thought. I'm being supervised by a bitchy French girl in Wales. Why do nations hold thousand year grudges? I realised I'd been really rude and way too irritating. I knew it was my fault and I actually really like France. Great, now everyone thinks I hate France. Fuck me.
After she left I immediately rang Alex. I knew he'd het a kick out of this. We talked for a while, and at the end he said, "love you". He hung up before I had a chance to answer. Wow. Just wow. I really am falling in live with him.
After we finished our first day, (which was actually great besides the Sydney incident) I was really anxious about seeing Alex. I so desperately wanted to kiss him now.

We headed to the venue and I saw a really scary sight... AHHHHHH! I screamed. "CALL 999!!!! "
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Please take this as a joke because its based on someone I hate so don't think this is my outlook on French people. Also, I used google translate for most of these, so please tell me if anything is totally wrong!!! Also, sorry for the cliffhanger... Thanks for reading!!!

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