Under The Yellow Umbrella

Chapter 4

I stared out the window as the tour guide went on and on about the history of the city. I heard some random dudes behind me talking in French I couldn’t understand.

“Blah blah blah… la météo… blah blah blah… Canadiens de Montréal… blah blah blah… cette tournée est ennuyeux…”

Something about a hockey weather tour? I don’t know. The tour guide kept talking.

“Et comme vous pouvez le voir, cette église est l'une des plus anciennes de la ville de Québec!”

Something about some old church. Ugh. BORING. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. YES! Something to save me from dying of boredom!

 I slid down farther in my seat so the tour guide couldn’t see me. It was my friend Maren.

Dude I heard Daniel asked u out is that true

Ya it is y u ask

Cuz every1 keeps talkin bout it! And u said YES?!

Ya y…?

Cuz he’s Dan… he’s weird…

Well I don’t think he’s weird

U should! He’s obsessed w/ yellow, he has a lazy eye, and he’s a year older than u y do u like him??

I don’t care about all of those things I like him bcuz I like him ok

Ok, but I still don’t get it

Fine I don’t care

Ok so wat up

On a boring tour of Quebec City

In French?

Ya

U should’ve taken French immersion camp w/ me and candy it would really improve ur French

Ya well I’m glad I didn’t bcuz look @ wat happened 2 me when u guys were @ camp. I realized I liked Daniel he asked me out and im in beautiful Quebec City

Ehhh

Ya. I’ll do it when I come back.

Good it’s fun

Ok well I g2g

K ttyl

I put my phone in my pocket and listened to the tour guide again.

“Et ce n'est <<Red Roof>>, ou <<Toit Rouge>>.”

Not so fascinating. The landmark, I mean. Just a red roof. FINALLY! We were getting off at the hotel. YES! I ran to the lobby, and bolted into the elevator, running into someone. I looked up.

“Sorr- Daniel! Hey!”

“Hi! Are you stalking me or something? Because, we keep running into each other.”

“Ha- no, I’m not. I just got back from a tour.”

I pressed my floor button.

“Cool! I just got back from the pool.”

I could tell- his hair is wet.

“Cool!”

There was a silence, until he reached his floor.

“I’ll see you later!”

“Bye.”

I said. The elevator doors closed and went up to my floor. When I reached my room, I unlocked it and sat on my bed, reading on Mazy’s Kindle. Her books are suckish but there’s nothing better to do. I read some random one about a dog and a cat liking each other. That’s just plain creepy. I skipped to another book, until Mazy burst through the door breathing heavily. Stairs.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TAKE THE STAIRS YOU UNFIT LITTLE DEAMON?!”

“Cuz I’m tir-”

“IS THAT MY KINDLE?!?!”

“Maybe.”

She stormed over to me and grabbed it right under my hands. There goes any chance of me being entertained. I went to get ready for my date. It’s at 7, and it’s 4:30 now, but I’m bored so why not?

I grabbed my pretty purple dress (I just HAPPENED to bring it) and my black flats, and put them both on. My purple dress has gotten smaller over the years, so it goes higher than my knees. But my feet will never grow. I put my hair up halfway and put on some makeup. I looked in the mirror. I’m ready. But it’s only 4:45. Gosh. I’m so dumb.