Sorry I missed friday's upload!! My mom went on a weekend vacation and took her laptop, and my dad treats his laptop like his child and won't let anyone touch it :P and pretty soon I'm going on vacation for like 3 weeks in july so I can't upload then either... yeah sorry :D But I hope you like this chapter don't forget to you know... vomment :D And fan if you're new to this story and you enjoy my writing! But yesss here it is :)
Chapter 6
Je suis allé au magasin pour acheter des œufs, du lait et du pain. I went to the store to buy eggs milk and bread. I scribble on my french homework hastily. French has to be one of my least favorite subjects. The teacher is absolutely horrid, she is actually FROM france and talks down to us as if we're dogs. But still just because I hate the teacher doesn't mean I can fail this class. I am attempting to get into Yale for college, and unless I keep my 4.0 gpa steady and take college classes I think my dream may be attainable. I'm right in the middle of writing down more french phrases when there is a ringing of the doorbell. My dog starts barking loudly at the noise. "OHMYGOD BETSY SHUT UP!" I shout at her exasperatedly as I run down the stairs.
Who would be ringing the doorbell at this hour? Maybe it's Christina coming to copy my physics notes. "Shhh Betsy." I hiss at my chihuahua that is going beserk at my feet. I open the door. "Hello?" I close my eyes and rub my temples before looking at the person who decided to bug us at freaking 10 at night. And it's the one and only Preston. "How am I not surprised that you're here?" I ask him leaning against the doorframe and crossing my arms.
He just grins at me and pushes inside. "Did I tell you that you could come in?" I glare at him, but he doesn't say anything just examines the place with interest.
He finally says, "Wow this is where the famous Autumn lives." He smirks looking up at the crystal chandeleir hanging on the ceiling in our foyais. I flush with sudden embarassment. "It's nice." He quickly adds seeing my expression.
"I don't really care what you think." I say challenging him. "And why the hell are you here at 10 on a school night?" I ask him.
"Oh I didn't already tell you?" He says folding his hands politely behind his back and pacing over to me. I suddenly feel extremely embarassed, and nervous. I Look down at his well worn red chucks as if they're extremely important. They look so out of place in my pristine house.
"We my lovely tutor are going out."
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ITS SO SHORT I KNOW! But tomorrow I have to go to walmart with my mom at like 8:30 in the morning and it's 2:08 A.M. Currently where I am, but I promise that I will upload soon! I may even give you an earlier update than friday!!! :D So calm your young peaches! Hope you liked it anyways no matter how short it was!! (:
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Tutoring Mr. Player
RomanceFor as long as I can remember I've been smart. I've never gotten into trouble, straight A's all through school, and not a blemish on my record. But being perfect never exactly got me on the popular side of the social scene. Not that I really cared...
