Love In Destin ✔

07 - complicated

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THE ONLY PEOPLE I had a proper discussion with were Dawn and Pam. Debra threw in a few words here and there. Miche barely said anything; she was so drawn into the sketch she was creating.

After lunch, it is French, and that means seeing Lana again. She waves at me with a bright smile and comes and sits next to me. "Tu parles aussi Français?" she says.

What? Confusion invades my brain. "I'm sorry, I didn't get that?"

Lana snickers, "I said, you also speak French?"

"No, I'm just learning. I only know a few words."

"No problem, I'll be your teacher."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously," she beams at me as a short and large woman wearing a long pencil skirt with a stick between her thick fingers walks in. She has her hair in a tight bun. What is it with these teachers and buns? I bet she's friends with the math teacher.

"Bonjour! I am mademoiselle DuPont for ze new students," she announces, peering over the class. When her gaze lands on Lana and me, she nods at us.

"For your information," she begins with a slight French accent, "we only speak French in zis class to accentuate your French. My goal in zis class is to make sure you leave this year knowing at least a bit of French."

"Okay!" She places her stick on the table. "Let's continue from where we left off last week. Now Français is very different from English..." Her explanation continues as she mixes it all with French and English from time to time. I find it all a bit confusing.

When she gives us a small quiz to test our knowledge, Lana comes to my aid. Meanwhile, she asks me questions about myself. "Do you like chocolate? I hate chocolate," she whispers when she's acting as if she's picking up her fallen eraser.

I like Lana. I find her sweet and warm at heart. That's how she makes friends so quickly and perhaps why everyone might've gotten fond of a girl like her.

The rest of the following periods pass like the howling wind. When the bell goes, I pack my things, ready to head to the comfort of home - my first day has turned out great. I am happy. I have not run into any sort of problem. I have met some good people, and I'm really starting to look forward to this year.

Mr.Lennon, my AP Biology teacher, stops me just as I'm leaving, "Ms. Hart, would you mind leaving this file on my table in the staff room? I share that office with Mr.Allen, so you might find him there."

"Sure thing, sir." I take the file and stride out of the class to the sea of students going to the school exit.

First, I go to my locker to leave the books I won't need and grab my skates. Then, I'm off to the staff room.

Half of the staff room is empty when I get there. It is so peaceful, so quiet compared to how it was in the morning, which had been like busy bees in a beehive.

An available teacher directs me to Mr.Lennon's desk, where I head to. I recall him telling me that he shared it with Mr.Allen.

On reaching there, I hear some muffled sounds. Heavy breathing is coming from behind a big closet meant for keeping files. "I can't believe we're doing this," whispers a girl.

"So what? Age shouldn't matter," utters a deep, oddly familiar voice.

The muffled voices come back, along with some moans. What's going on? I settle the file on Mr. Lennon's desk and approach the closet.