How Not To Survive In High School

12 - How Not To Do A French Accent

So yeah. Continuing with the adventures of The English Criminals Let Loose in France. I guess I was kind of happy Stacey had given us the dare. It's a way to keep our evil minds entertained.

On our last day in Paris, our teachers had a massive go at us for running away. Infact they swore that they would never let us out of their sight again.

"Excited?" I asked Skye after we had hidden behind a tree and waited for our year to pass us through the town.

"Not really. It's slightly clichè. We could have at least had to kill all the guards first then steal the crown jewels or whatever."

"One, that is even more clichè. And two, they're in London genius. But you're welcome to murder the guards."

After a lot of asking for directions (I don't know why but Skye was all shy - there is something about men and asking for help), we were at the base of the Eiffel Tower.

"How much does this cost?" I asked Skye.

He laughed. "We're not paying! 'Thought I'd taught you that by now."

I blushed slightly as he took my arm and put some shades on. "Excuse me?" he asked approaching a man standing behind the desk.

"Ah, oui monsieur?"

"I ordered the vip pass for moi et ma wife," he said in a french accent. I know they're supposed to be sexy but his just made me laugh. He nudged me, "Darling, go upstairs now. I will see you lateur mon sexe chaton," he winked and kissed my hand. I died a little inside.

Barely able to hold back the laughter, I turned to walk away sofisticatedly when the man stopped me.

"Excusé moi, I need your pass to let you through."

"Excusé moi. This is our engagement party! I do not need to be kept waiting. Let's go, baby."

He took my arm again but the man started to argue.

Skye shot me a desperate look. He was warning me. Suddenly, Skye started aggressively snogging me in front of everyone in the roon. If this was Plan B, it seemed to be working.

The man just stood there, awkwardly bewildered. As if he'd never seen anyone snog before in Paris.

Then he literally swept me off my feet and carried me up the stairs dramatically with everyone in Paris staring at us.

Then he started running up to the second floor where he let me down. But I'm pretty sure he snogged me for slightly longer than planned.

"How the hell did you pull that off?" I asked.

"Oh please, anyone can do anything if you have the balls to take them by surprise. And didn't you find my accent irresistable?" he said whiping my lipstick off his face.

"Oh, of course. I was all over you."