Laf helps me pick up my stuff after the people knock it down. We actually have a lot of classes together. We speak in rapid French, which he is helping me learn. He has become my personal angel.
"Bonjour Laf! Comment tu fais mon ami? (Hello Laf! How are you my friend?)" I ask in French.
"Alright. que diriez-vous de vous manquez Peggy? (Alright. How are you Miss Peggy?)" He responds.
"Même. Venez, nous allons être en retard pour les mathématiques! (Same. Come on, we'll be late for math!)" I respond.
"Oui me Dame. Allons-y. (yes ma'am. Let's go)" He says linking his arm through mine. I blush.
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The forgotten Schuyler sister
FanfictionA story about about Peggy, the forgotten sister. Angelica, Eliza, AND PEGGY. THE FORGOTTEN SISTER. sorry I am obsessed with Hamilton... NOT HISTORICALLY ACCURATE! IF YOU WANT A QUALITY FANFIC, THEN GO READ SOMETHING ELSE.
