Didn't You Know What It Meant?

Chapter 1

^ the first commenter in the book technically :)

I thought I'd give it a try at writing a story of myself...just for the fun of it this time. :D

Hmm, I noticed some other people do the song thing so I reckonned I'd add it just for a try. :D

Oh, and some parts are in French but I put the english translation in brackets for all you lot who have never learnt the beautiful language. Shame on you. (lol. only joking. I am still learning it myself so sorry if there are awful mistakes )

Songs I Listened To: 

I'd Lie - Taylor Swift 

I Kissed a Girl - Kate Perry 

Run Rabbit Run - Eminem 

Le lien - Gregory Lemarchal

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Serait aujourd'hui ... une expérience de toute façon. Je ne sais pas trop à quoi m'attendre vraiment. J'admets que tous les choses etaient totalement differents depuis que j'ai arrive à l'aéroport .  

{Today would be...an experience anyhow. I'm not too sure what to expect really. I have to admit everything has been totally diferent since I arrived at the airport.}

Ah, pardon moi...forgive me. I keep forgetting I am not in my home anymore. My english is not so good as you can see. Why? Well, because Americans are stupid. There is no reason why they must have a french person to teach their french classes. My friends from Canada speak french, and they are so much closer to this crazy giant town. Though, I don't think the Americans are very good at geography either. This 'town' should so much be called a city. Grrr.

And I don't think they are very good at buildings houses. My new house is like a hotel. Only 3 bedrooms but the kitchen is beautiful, and the lounge is like the whole of the bottom floor. I think 9 cars could fit in here alone. And this house is only the small one in the neighbourhood. How many hotels do you need?

Well, at least the neighbours aren't that bad. Maybe they need the nut house but if they were being nice, I won't inforce it. I couldn't remember anyone in my home..err, I mean old home now, who welcomed the neighbours in with cake. Surely, that would be telling them that you want them to get fat. Or like my maman {mother} said afterwards, bribe us into liking them. My maman is always smart like that. But I just shrug my shoulders like that. I'm not very smart when it comes to Philosophies and psychology.

Oh, you should meet my maman though. Elle est magnifique. {She's amazing.} She is the person that moved us over here, to work as a...a..Puton {Damn}. I have forgotten what she does but it's like listening to lots of people's stories and then, telling them what is wrong with them or telling them something smart which seems to help them. Which is why I don't really blame her for all the bad things she does. It's not her fault really. I guess that if you're listening to people's horrible lives all the time, it builds up and you have to release it all somehow.

And my papa? Well, he doesn't do much. Sometimes, I wish he would though. Like a night job perhaps but he doesn't. He spends his time in the house a lot, in his daily self-pity routine. He did have a very high job in International Metal Service (IMS) but his friends let him get very drunk as a joke and he was fired from his work. Only once did he try to go to work in a shop but he found being a drunk was far better.

Like I would stand up to him though. That would be suicide. But then again, I was going to guess that's what this would now be too. My english is far from good as you can see. I didn't much care for English in school to be honest, but then, I never knew we'd move here because my maman got a geat job offer here. And because she tried to get my dad motivated, he had the honour of choosing the school I go to. And that just meant to him the nearest one to the house.

I didn't mind. I knew any school I went to here would be hell. All my friends were back home, where I was the 'it' person really. Even the top boy didn't come close to me. And it wasn't the fact we had money, because we didn't. It was just the fact that I was one of the nicest people in the school. Unlike the top dog of the soccer team. Then again...I suppose it could of been because I was the best swimmer or maybe it was because I was midfeilder in the Lacrosse team. Well, for whatever reason, I was the popular one and I would have to work myself up - again.

'Latitia! Je vais maintenant. S'amuser a l'ecole.' {I'm going now. Have fun at school.} Oh, that's my maman now. She sounds so excited. It will be her big break. Hence the reason I did not make a big fuss over the whole thing. I love my maman and with her horrible life, it's the only thing I could do. I placed my breakfast plate I had been washing in that soapy water on the draining board and dried my hands off.

I was one of these people who got everything ready before having breakfast so the only thing I needed to do was brush my teeth and head out for..eh..Torrington Cadet High School, I think? Oh, I didn't care anymore. The sooner I got out of the house the better. I sighed, knowing I had to face my dad first.

Walking up the stairs, I moved my hair behind my shoulders. My hair was dark red naturally, thanks to my mum, but I had been allowed to get black highlights in it. It had actually made a nice effect but I tried hard not to be vain about myself too much.

'Papa. Ton petit-dejeuner est en bas et j'ai laissé la clé sur le table, d'accord?'{Your breakfast is downstairs and I left the key on the counter, okay?} My head peered round their bedroom door tentively, just like my question. The moods my papa was in always changed. I managed a smile as I saw him nod. A good mood thankfully.

Lightly skipping back downstairs, my school bag found it's way in the basket in front of me as I pulled out the driveway. The wind swept past me, brushing away all my worries that I had been thinking about moments before. The air smelt so much different though. I had liked the smell of the fresh washing and rose bread in the mornings with the faint hints of different wines, evidence from the last nights party.

Here, all I could smell was grass, pine trees and faint smells of burnt rubber. Probably a cause of all the rich kids that could afford cars. Unlike me, not that I cared. I had no license yet, nor had the urge to get one. I guess I just wasn't a car person.

As I saw some signs of cars going somewhere, I steered round some lamp posts before the building appeared ahead of me. I gasped. It was huge, almost 3 times my other school. And this was just from the front, god knows how big it stretched out behind.

A loud honk sounded behind, scaring the living shit out of me. The wheels swerved violently before I pedalled furiously to regain control. Blast the stupid bus driver into oblivion. He had ruined my happy moment. Now I could see the stares directed at me, some good, glad of a new girl, some more filled with greed but mostly, disapproval and disgust. I tried to shrug them off but I couldn't. They cut right through me, as if my first impression was my last one. How could I of given such a bad impression?

And the it hit me. I was on a bike. Everyone that was coming into the school by either bus, walking, scateboards or car. I was the only person on a bike. Wow, things have changed much more than I expected than. Now cars was the main type of transport, not pedal bikes. As I swung my leg over the back and hopped off next to the empty bike rack, a person caught my eye from a window near the top. A face...full of deep concern.

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Comment and Vote please

I'm not sure if it's worth continuing to be honest. 

Or even if it's a good enough start... 

Might just add in a couple but we'll eh see how it goes. :D