A/N This whole English school term thing is the most confusing thing ever!! Seriously, what the hell is a half term?? Anyway, I'm trying my bestest. (It’s really confusing. Australian school terms are soooo much easier to understand) Anyway, here’s the chapter. Enjoy!! And omg there is something wrong with my keyboard. I am so sorry for all the random J’s I have no idea whats wrong with my keyboard.
~Sian xx
Maddie’s p.o.v
“Seven days of school ‘till holidays.” Harry informed us.
“Ugh, we still have seven days.” I groaned.
“15 DAYS TILL MY BIRTHDAY!!!” Lou shouted startling everyone at the table. Honestly, from the way we were acting you’d think we were all severely hungover.
“No way! We would have never guessed! You’ve only been reminding us every day for the past 5 weeks!” Ari replied sarcastically. She wasn’t a very nice person when she was tired.
“How long till class.” Niall sighed placing his face back into his folded arms which were resting on the table. We all sat around the table with tired expressions plastered on all of our faces, except Louis who was unbearably happy... and awake.
“Hey guys. What’s going on??” A very peppy El and Dani joined us at the table with their coffees in their hands. I totally could have done with a coffee... Except that I hate the taste of it. I could just really use some caffeine right now.
“It’s 13 minutes till first class Niall.” Harry said finally answering Niall’s question.
“Thanks Haz.” He replied lazily.
“Well aren’t we an enthusiastic bunch this morning!” Daniel said after ten minutes of silence
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“Alright, today we are doing our pronunciation drills. Partner up and work on greeting and general conversations.” The teacher said handing out our pronunciation textbooks. I looked at Niall across the classroom giving him my best be my partner look. He walked over and plopped down into the empty desk next to mine. Stupid teacher and her stupid seating plans.
“Bonjour Niall.” I smiled. “Comment allez-vous?” I asked in French. I had been doing French since I was 11 so I could hold a standard conversation with someone fluently and I knew quite a bit of it.
“Bored. Vraiment ennuyé. Et vous?” He said which translated to “Bored. Very bored. And you?”
“Je vais bien merci” I replied in French with the English translation being, “I'm fine, thank you.” He flipped through several pages of the English to French dictionary we were given.
“Comment appréciez-vous ce sujet?” He tried his best to pronounce every word correctly. He roughly translated “How do you enjoy this subject” from English to French.
“I don’t think that counts as a greeting or general conversation.” I said in English. He looked at me as if he was waiting for me to answer in French.
“Je ne sais pas. Je viens de faire.” I replied. He blinked at me clueless a few times. “I don’t know. I just do.” I translated into English.
“Ohhh. Que faites-vous cet après-midi?” He asked in a broken French accent what I was doing this afternoon. I took a few second to remember how to say “I’m going out with Ari like I do every Thursday.”
“Je sors avec Ari comme je le fais tous les jeudis.”
“The only thing I got from that was Ari.” He laughed.
