Young Gabrielle Taylor is a teenage like all of us but she go though the most embarassing situations saddest moments (and some of the funniest too) shes basically an exaggerated version of us.
Firstly I have to say sorry for such a long time of absence. I was super busy but now I'm just gonna continue to write as long as I can now back to the story
Today, I literally gave up on trying to stop my line of bad luck. I woke up at 7:30 am, intentionally, and sluggishly went to the bathroom. I went back to my room after doing the usual stuff when I realized that I had no more sweaters and sweat pants - sigh- I had to take out a plain blue top and some skinny jeans. I went down stairs and saw my mom sleeping on the couch while the TV was still on. She was watching some lame soap opera so I turned off the TV. Instantly she woke up confused. I then went to the kitchen and got my bowl and some cereal. My mom then looked at me in silence for a while. Then she asked "uhm, Miss, have you seen my Daughter?" I then mixed her a cup of coffee and after drinking it she asked the same question again. I then told her that I was her daughter and asked her what happened? Why was she asking me that. She then said that I looked different. I then explained to her that all my sweats were still dirty so I had to wear these.
I was eating my cereal when my mother then got up and came over to my hair and started to make a large braid at the side.( Like the one below)
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It's been awhile since Mom did my hair so I enjoyed the moment. When she was done I then took up my bag and went outside mentally prepared for the garbage the world was gonna punish me with but to my surprise the school bus ,yeah the one that either passes me or messes me up yeah that one, was outside waiting on me. I took this all predicting the other rubbish that was going to happen. I went in , the drive told me good morning - I told him back then went to find a seat for myself. Oh look no seats were empty, lovely. A girl then told me that I could sit beside her cause her bag was the only thing beside her. I then went there said thanks and started up a little dialogue with her. " Hi, I'm Gabrielle Taylor but my family and friends call me Gabby, what's your name?" I asked "Hey I'm Millicente Moreau I'm new" Well that explains a lot "So Millicent-" "Millicente, it's different from Millicent" "You pronounce them so differently, why?" " Because they are to be pronounced differently, though I can understand how you Americans wouldn't see the difference. Those names are actually both French names and in French you don't pronounce the last constanants. My name would be pronounced mill-e-cent while the other mill-e-ce. Plus our names have different means too" " Ohhh that's why, so your a transfer student" "Yeah, I transferred in yesterday"
The bus then stopped so we could go to school. Me and Millicente walked off together when we saw Abby. Abby came over to me and was like " Gabby, when finally your mom did your hair again, plus jeans, I can't say when was the last time I saw you wear those" " Well for the clothes it was either this or a muddy or messy sweater plus I still don't know why mom actually did something to my hair today" I responded. She then looked at the girl beside me who was wearing a red bureau, a black and white striped shirt with sleeve stopping slightly below the elbows and a black skirt with red flats. ( Like the one below but without the straps and the drink of course)
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She had light brown hair ( brunette ) that was really curly and uncontrollable.
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" Uhm Gabby, who's the frenchy?" Abby asked "Oh it's Millicente Moreau not Millicent but Millicente. She's from France and she's new" I replied " Millicente, this is Abegale Henderson, she's my best friend" the three of us then went to our first session of the day which was coincidentally Millicente's first time at that class. The class was French class, which for her would be the easy 'A' class.
Me and Abby quickly turned on our fake French accents and walked in like French bawses. Who on Earth told us that was a good idea? We were, notice the were, top French students getting our B+'s and our A-'s. We entered the class "Bonjour Madame Thompson" she then went back a greeting and we, three, took our seats. She then asked Millicente to stand as she told the class that she was from France. She then asked her to introduce herself. "Bonjour tous le monde, Je m'appelle Millicente Moreau et je suis en Français. J'ai quinze ans et je suis fille unique. J'aime écouter de la musique. J'adore Beyoncé parceque elle est la meilleur chanteuse mais j'aime aussi Rihanna, Selena Gomez et Shawn Mendez parceque il est très beau. Il est du hommes de mon rêve. C'est tout"( Morning everyone, my name is Millicente Moreau and I am French. I am fifteen years old and I'm an only child. I like to listen to music. I love Beyoncé because she is the best singer but I also like Rihanna, Selena Gomez and Shawn Mendez because he's very handsome. He's the man of my dreams. Thats all) At that time me and Abby learned that we were officially bumped down the scale. This girl started speaking French like it was her natural, wait it was. Madame Thomas then instead of teaching us took the opportunity to let Millicente tell the class about France, which she had no problems with. Classes with Millicente were the same cause all the teachers allowed her to talk none stop about her country. All but Mr. Harp and it wasn't because he was uninterested but because he was the English teacher and that was the subject that she would need the most while being out her. English class went well but then the bell that led to my demise came, it was lunch time.
