This book will mostly be in english, but Ginny comes from Sherbrooke, a small city in Canada. French-Canada. Especially in this chapter, there will be a bit of French, but I will always translate it under. LOVE YOU!! I hope you enjoy! (By the way, maybe there will be some quebec swear words and french canadian idioms. If you have questions, comment!)
-QUOI? Mais... Juste hier, tu m'as dis que tu m'aimais!
What? But yesterday you told me that you loved me!
-Désolé, Ginny, bébé, mais je n'ai jamais pensé que toi et moi, c'était sérieux.
Sorry, Ginny, babe, but I never thought WE were serious!
-On sort ensemble depuis deux ans, Anthony!
We've been dating for two years, Anthony!
-Je m'en fous, je préfère Juliette, et si je casse pas, je vais la perdre. T'en vaux pas la peine.
I don't care, I prefer Juliette, and if I don't break up with you, I'll loose her. You're not worth it!
-Fuck you, asshole!
-Hey, ta gueule. T'avises pas d'me parler d'même, toi. J'tai quand même acheté un char!
Shut up, bitch. Don't you dare talk to me like that! I bought you a car!
- Ben garde-le donc, ton char à marde! J'm'en crisse-tu!
Keep your fucking car, I don't care!
-M'as le donner à Juliette, le char, elle, c'est pas une câlisse de bitch ingrate comme toi. Elle, elle sait apprécier la vie, pis au moins, ELLE EST BELLE!
I'll give it to Juliette, the car, she's not a fucking ungrateful bitch like you! She knows how to appreciate life and her, at least, SHE'S CUTE!
-Shut up. Shut up. SHUT. UP. SHUT UP ANTHONY, FOR GOD'S SAKE, THIS IS GOING TOO FAR, I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I DATED YOU!
-Well, now, you're alone. Don't you think that you that you need somebody? You're not the only one! William too!
Ginny looked back where William, the biggest asshole ever, ugly, mean with girls, racist, name it, was standing.
-No. I don't need anybody no more, Anthony. Bitches like you give an horrible reputation to male humans.
-I'm pretty certain you're not including all your rockstars in male humans!
-Well, no, actually, some of them are actual bad humans. They are not perfect angels like Brian May, you know!
-God. Anyways, why are we even speaking english? WE SPEAK FRENCH HERE, YOU BRITISH BITCH!
-It's not because I was born in Birmingham that I'm not quebecoise! I got here when I was 3, I don't even remember how it was, back there!
-Don't talk to me anymore. You don't even DESERVE it.
-You're right, I don't deserve to be treated so poorly by such a jerk as you.
Half by pure rage, half to hide her tears, Ginny turned around and walked straight inside the school, no matter who tried to talk to her.
-Hey, la reine d'Angleterre, tu viens de te faire domper?
Hey, queen of England, you just got dumped?
-Regardez-la, qu'a' se pense supérieure...
Look at her, thinking she's superior...
-Pis, bitch, Anthony t'as dit que t'avais perdu tout ce qui te restait ici? Retourne dans ton pays de bourgeois, grosse conne!
And, bitch, Anthony told you that you just lost everything that you had here? Go back in your country of fat wealthy families, goddamn bitch!
Juliette. Of course, that bitch had to be there and to make it even worse. Ginny had nothing to say. Oh, she wanted to say something, but she knew the good ideas would only like in 3 days, when it would be way too late. But a familiar voice coming from behind her yelled:
-Well, Juliette aren't you like japanese? Do you want me to tell you to go back there?
-Quoi? Qu'est-ce qu'elle raconte, l'Américaine?
What? What is MUMBLING the american bitch?
Hannah. Ginny's best (and only) friend in this school. She didn't really speak French, since she only got here a year ago. She was a real queen, full of sass, and also the biggest Led Zeppelin fan ever.
-I'm saying that maybe you would want to shut up. Come on, Gin, we skip the rest of the day, I have an idea.
-What? Skip?
-Yes, come on, it's not like if you had a choice, hun, you're coming with me.
She kicked their 17 years old asses in her car (here, you can drive when you're 16) and showed Ginny a flyer that she had probably ripped of the window of that record store on the Wellington she spent her life at.
-Guns n' Roses?
-YEEEES, I know you loved Appetite for Destruction!
-Ah, c'mon, it's in Montreal, and TONIGHT!
-Which leaves us just the time to get there and to stick back together the pieces of your heart, then tomorrow, we come back, and Anthony will be sorry for what he has done.
-God. Wait, how did you know Anthony dumped me?
-Well, he had told everybody yesterday, and I tried to tell you, but you wouldn't answer the phone!
-I was at Anthony's... We...
-God. No. Don't tell me you two...
-Gosh, I feel so stupid, now, of course he just wanted to have sex! But why did he wait two years?
-Well, I TOLD YOU, but you wouldn't listen, that dude is ALWAYS cheating on you!
-Oh, dear. Ok, come on, let's go to that goddamn concert.
-YES! Finally coming back to your sense, Ginny!
And the two girls started the car and started to roll towards Montreal, that city where Ginny's life would change forever.
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FanfictionPART OF THE SEQUEL : THE GREAT ROCK LINKS Ginny ACTUALLY wasn't ready for this to happen. Dumped by her boyfriend, she left her little city to go see a Guns n' Roses show in Montreal with her friends. She never thought that, three days later, she w...
