Voulez-vous parler français? {open for all}

[lauravbleediotie]

As Mademoiselle Lafontaine instructed the rest of the class to "ouvrez vos livres" (open their books), Kelsi sighed and started flipping through her textbook. It was really kind of annoying that the school administration had decided East High didn't have enough AP French students to give the subject its own class period, and had thus elected to combine AP with another period of French. Actually, it was extremely annoying, in Kelsi's opinion. Now she'd have to listen to Mademoiselle teach the passé composé and the imparfait again...

Oh well. At least she could talk to the kids in the other class- not that she necessarily would, as she remained shy as all give-go, but at least the option was there. And if one of the kids in the other class wanted to talk to her, she certainly wouldn't complain. Senior year was going to be her year. She could smell it in the air.

Well, that actually might have been the salsa from the Spanish class next door.

[kellyfan80695]

Jocelyn slipped into the classroom and flashed a quick glance at Mademoiselle Lafontaine in an apolegetic manner for her tardiness. Taking a seat next to a girl with short brown hair, she slipped her cell phone into her back pocket. That was the reason she was late, she was chatting it up with a friend from out of state in the girl's bathroom.

As the teacher said something, Jocelyn's eyes fluttered around the classroom, this was a particular problem for her in school, she had mild ADD. Listening to the teacher, she cursed her parents for forcing her to take French because of her Spanish heritage. So what if she could already speak Spanish? She could just be the best. Here she felt confused and off track, like a deer in the headlights of a speeding 16-wheeler.

[Justin McCoy]

Justin walked into the classroom, late as ever and gave a nod to Mademoiselle Lafontaine as he walked in. She didn't look too happy and gestured towards the clock. It read, '10:12'. Smooth, Justin thought to himself. He was 12 minutes late for class, on his first day. He shrugged it off and took a seat next to a petite brunette in what looked like gothic clothing. He heard a giggle from behind him and didn't even bother to turn around. He didn't care, they could laugh all they wanted to. He just knew in his mind that they were lucky they weren't boys, because if they were, he would of punched them dead center in the face.

Mademoiselle Lafontaine went on to explain the day's assignment. Write a short description of yourself, in the French language. Justin groaned and flipped open his skull-covered notebook. He wanted to get a head-start on this assignment, so he wouldn't have to do it later. He went on to write, as she spoke. He didn't care, he just wanted to get it done.

Mon nom est Justin McCoy, et j'ai 17 ans. J'ai été soutenu le 1990 21 juillet, et je suis un seul enfant. Mon modèle de mode est noir fondamentalement juste et choses couverts dans les crânes, et les chaînes. J'aime vraiment la substance comme cela.

He stopped as he looked to the clock and hoped that the time would go by faster. He was already bored.

[kellyfan80695]

Jocelyn watched as Justin walked into the classroom, 12 minutes late. She watched as Mademoiselle Lafontaine gave him an glance as he walked to his seat. Jocelyn wondered if he noticed, and suddenly she heard snickers from behind them. It was a couple of giggly girls, with way too much make-up on and a bad bleach job on their hair. She threw a paper ball at one of them, signaling them to shutup, and then she turned to listen to what Mademoiselle Lafontaine was talking about.

She said they were to write a short description of themselves in French. "Obviously", Jocelyn muttered under her breath. She watched as Justin opened his notebook and began to write his. Jocelyn decided to take his lead on that one and begin to write her own. She opened her baby blue spiral notebook, and started to write.

Mon nom est Jocelyn Erics et j'ai 17 ans. Je devine que je suis juste une fille moyenne, avec un bon sens de l'humour. J'ai les yeux verts verts et la peau légèrement bronzée. Mon type préféré d'habillement est rockish punk.

Jocelyn noticed Justin look up at the clock as if he was getting extremely bored and she decided to pass him a note.

Hey, I'm Jocelyn. This class is really a drag, isn't it?

[Justin McCoy]

Justin finally pulled his eyes away from the clock and looked as the brunette put a note on his desk. He read it and then decided to quickly write back. Mademoiselle Lafontaine was just playing a stupid video on the history of France and the ancient city, or something and he knew he had plenty of time. He got out his lucky blue pen, and wrote her a note quickly on a piece of ragged, scratch paper from his spiral.

Yeah, it really is. Hey, you're Hailie's friend, right? I met her today, in the theatre. She seems really cool.

He threw the note on top of the brunette's desk and tried to focus on the movie. With luck, the film would make him pass out from boredom before he did any actual learning.