I wake up in my own bed, which is weird, because I fell asleep on Laf's shoulder at HIS house. How am I in my bed? Hopefully I will figure it out. My mom is already yelling at me. I JUST GOT UP WOMAN! She says I can never see "that boy" again. Wait, what? Never see Laf again? She can't do that to me! SHE IS LETTING EL DATE ALEX BUT I CAN'T EVEN HANG OUT WITH LAF? THAT'S NOT FAIR. I am currently in my room pouting, and reading a lists of reasons (from my mom) why I can never see Laf again. Here is the list;
1. I always sneak out to see him. (YOU are the one causing that, mom)
2. He is a bad influence. (How? By teaching me French??? THERE IS NO LOGIC IN THAT)
3. She cannot keep me from him at school, except by changing my schedule, WHICH SHE IS. NOOOO!
4. He is distracting me in class. (NO HE ISN'T, HE'S TUTORING ME!!!)
5. My locker is next to his, so she is moving mine. (again, not necessary and also she can't keep me from him forever)
I need to see him just to prove that I can. I need him. I can't live without him. My mom cannot control me and ruin my already miserable life. Love is the only constant. I need love. I need to stop ranting and go see Laf. I quietly slip out my window (which I have been getting pretty good these past few days) and run down the street to Laf's place.
I knock. The door does not swing open. Instead, a slip of paper is put against the window NEXT to the door. I see Laf, his eyes red and puffy. The paper reads; Allez-vous-en. ta mère m'a dit que je peux vous reverrai jamais. (Go away. your mother told me I can never see you again.). Oh, we were doing this. I pulled out my paper. I quickly wrote: Comment vas-tu ? Elle vous donne la liste trop ? (are you okay? Did she give you the list too?). Oui. s'il vous plaît laissez. C'est trop. (Yes. so please leave. it is too much.). His perfect grammar was missing, and the paper was visibly wet. I wrote one last thing. I pushed it against the window, but he was gone. Mais je t'aime Laf. (but I love you Laf.). I walked home, heartbroken.
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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.
