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Post by hydrotichailey on Jul 24, 2009 6:58:47 GMT -5
` RAE-ANNE LAFONTÉ ! ` i'll fedex you my love,i hope you sign for my h e a r t Rae-Anne stumbled down the hallway of the newly-famous Eastside High. Her knees wobbled beneath her with each unsure step she took. ’what will they be like, am I overdressed? I wonder if they’ll hate me because I’m French…’ she debated mentally with herself. “merde” she muttered.
She glanced at the time on her watch, class had surely already started. Rhea had been stuck in the office with a slow-- very slow secretary who’d gone through all the trouble of organizing Rae-Anne’s papers, and printing extra copies of her schedule, although Rhea insisted that it was unnecessary. “If all the staff here are that incompetent, I will go crazy.” she told herself sternly. She looked at her freshly-printed schedule which said she had French class first. “Greaaaaat!” she said sarcastically, dragging out the word in an already-exasperated sigh.
She neared the classroom, and prepared herself. okay, it’s French class, you ARE French, you can’t fail miserably, so hold your head high, and GET in there Rae-Anne!. She sighed again, and shrugged her backpack onto her shoulders. She looked down at herself and smoothed out her outfit. She was wearing a brown, polka-dotted v-neck t-shirt, and a cute, chocolate brown miniskirt from Abercrombie. She had paired it with a simple pair of chord ballet flats, and some pearls. She didn’t want to be over-the-top on her first day, at least not until she found out what other students here dressed like.
She took one more breath, and clutched her book to her chest, and opened the door. “Cette classe française est-il avec M. Duplessie ?” she asked shyly speaking her flawless french, she stepped into the classroom, in front of everyone. “You’re late.” the teacher hinted with a smile. “Désolé, je suis nouveau. Le Secrétaire obtenait mes papiers.” she answered, stifling a laugh. “Bonjour….”she looked down at her schedule again, forgetting the name already. “Monsieur Duplessie” she smiled. “Welcome to Eastside High!” he said exuberantly, “You may take a seat in the back. Everybody Welcome Rae-Anne Lafonté. She’s from France, and has just enrolled here.” ’oh great, I hate introductions… she sneered mentally. “Rhea.” she correctly quickly, and scurried back to her seat careful not to trip on anything.
She lowered herself down onto the chair, and the teacher quickly returned to the lesson for that day. She paid no attention to the person she'd just been seated by, trying not to disrupt. OOC;; soory, i stink at starting threads but once i get going i'm fine.
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Post by max keys on Jul 24, 2009 19:21:30 GMT -5
OOC: I don't actually speak French, but my character does because he is French. I had to use Google Translator, so sorry if it's grammatically incorrect.
It was in the middle of French class when the door opened and a blonde girl stepped in late. Wow, somebody is later than I am, Max thought to himself. He tended to be late for French, and he was just barely late this morning, although he still managed to be the last person to come for class. Well, that is, except for her. Monsieur Duplessie introduced her to the class and then, by total chance, she took the seat next to his. He smiled. Finally, someone else who was French! Well since Max was born in New York, he wasn't sure if that counted, but he was still 100% French, and he spoke French, and had family back in France... close enough, right?
He turned to her and spoke, in the best French he could (he knew the teacher would yell at him if he spoke in English in class). "Vous êtes de France? Je suis français, mais je suis né ici. Mon nom est Max." he said with a smile. The girl was well dressed, he noted, and she seemed to like pearls, and... brown. It was refreshing in comparison to all the girls with pink halter tops and denim miniskirts, running around in high heels. Max wasn't badly dressed himself that day, in dark washed jeans and a blue button-down shirt.
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Post by hydrotichailey on Jul 24, 2009 20:27:26 GMT -5
` RAE-ANNE LAFONTÉ !` i'll fedex you my love,i hope you sign for my h e a r t Rae-Anne focused herself trying not to trip, or fall off her chair. goodness, that would be embarrasing. she thought sarcastically. She carefully took out her clean, just purchased workbook, and a fancy pen. She scrawled the date in the upper right-hand corner in her messy cursive writing when she heard a voice talking to her.
She turned to the boy sitting next to her and blushed. awh crap. but he started talking to her in french. She raised her eyebrows approvingly and nodded. "Well hmm." she said surprised. "Bonjour Max, oui je suis de la france!" she spoke softly, trying not to disrupt the rest of the class. "bien! je ne pas le seul l'un." she smiled half-heartedly. She stifled a laugh at his impure accent, but decided it was best not to let it show, her english held an accent too compared to most of these students.
The teacher droned on robotically about french verbs, and nouns. "ugh, ce n'est pas vrai" she whispered to him, rolling her eyes. The teacher was getting things all wrong, but she wasn't about to go up an out-teach him although she'd spent sixteen years of her life talking full french. Non. you will not do that! she told herself sternly.
She wrote down a couple of the terms M. Duplessie had been using and looked at them questionably. She shook her head, and looked towards Max. "er- w-would you prefer I talk english? This being New York and all...." she trailed off shyly. "i'm rae-anne lafonté, but you probably heard that much." she smiled, looking down at her notebook. Boys had never really been her forté. She was very pretty, but not the kind of girl who over-exposed herself by wearing mini-skirts that barely covered her body, and midriff tops that exposed her naval for attention. She looked around the classroom, and sure enough- that's how most of these girls were dressed. She sighed. you won't fit in here well... she thought to herself sadly. OOC;; it's fine & understandable! (: i'm not french either, but i do take french classes so i know quite a bit. If there is anything you don't understand, using SDL should translate it correctly. =)
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Post by max keys on Jul 25, 2009 1:55:33 GMT -5
Max chuckled and nodded when she said (in French) that she wasn't the only one. Most caucasian people in New York were mixed, so although there were people who were partly French, there were few who were 100% like Rae and Max. Despite this, a few such people (who were only part French) saw this as fit reason to take the language (even if they had horrible pronunciation) and declare their French-ness proudly on their sleeve... along with their German-ness, English-ness, and other ethnicities.
"Vraiment?" he asked her when she said that what the teacher said was incorrect. He knew his French wasn't perfect (after all, he was born here) and nothing compared to Rae's flawlessness in speaking, but it was his second language. Besides, he was good at pronunciation, although this may be because he could speak in French with his father. Although he usually spoke English at home, for the sake of his sister who didn't know very much French yet.
Then she asked if he'd prefer they speak in English. "As long as we don't get heard." Max told her. "I'm afraid if we're heard, Monsieur Duplessie will yell at us for not speaking in French." he said with a chuckle. "But I'm fine either way. Besides, it's nice to finally be speaking French with someone who knows it better than I do. Other than my dad, that is." he said with a sincere smile. He had spoken French since he was a little boy, when he learned from his parents, and most people in this class had only been speaking French for the last two or three years, at most.
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Post by hydrotichailey on Jul 25, 2009 21:12:46 GMT -5
` RAE-ANNE LAFONTÉ !` i'll fedex you my love,i hope you sign for my h e a r t She listened intently back and forth between the teacher and Max. Although she was sure that she'd have no problem in this class, and neither would he- she felt inclined to pay some attention to the teacher as well.
When she'd called the teacher out silently for being incorrect, Max hadn't seemed to notice the mistake, which was understandable, he had been going to this school for a while most likely- and french didn't seem to be taken so seriously. "vraiment." she nodded. "ce professeur est stupide" she teased, which was accompanied by a barely audible giggle. She was being careful to talk quietly even though they were in the back. On her first day the last thing she wanted to do was get detention- or worse, get anyone else detention.
Max claimed that english was fine as long as they were not heard, although french was good too. So she decided that she could do both, even if her english was tainted with a french accent; she couldn't help that, it was a result of having a different first language. She smiled genuinely "c'est bon avec moi." she said lightly. "votre pere est-il de france?" she asked curiously.
As she waited for reply, she copied down a few more verbs from the whiteboard, trying to make it look like she was at least doing something. She squinted at the board trying to determine if she was seeing things, or it was actually wrong. She raised her hand shyly, and M.Duplessie called upon her. "Oui, Rae-Anne? Un probleme?" he asked. "vous avez utilisé le mauvais temps pour ce verbe" She answered shyly, trying not to out-teach him. Her statement translated had been 'you used the wrong tense for that verb.' not that any of the other supposedly 'french' kids would know that. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, and he looked at her skeptically. He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a dictionary. He closed the book reluctantly. "vous êtes correct, merci" he said as he turned around and erased the word from the board. "De rien." she said aloud sweetly, as she laughed under her breath. Nothing was better than showing up a teacher on your first day even if it wasn't you intention. She giggled, then refocused herself.
She looked around the classroom, a few people were staring at her in disbelief so she put on an innocent look that said 'what did I do?' and they turned away. She rolled her eyes and returned her glance back to Max. "So um... is everyone at this school so.. blonde?" she asked him quietly. She didn't like using a derogatory term especially when she was blonde herself but it fit most of the girls in the classroom; pink, semi-skimpy, a lot of makeup. She shuddered. OOC;; D; I'm going to be gone on vacation from the 26th to 2nd so i won't have a computer, but i'll be super active when i get back.
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Post by max keys on Jul 26, 2009 21:30:05 GMT -5
Max chuckled when Rae said that the professor was stupid. "Je ne suis pas surpris. Il a fait des erreurs avant." he told her. He then listened as she corrected him aloud. He hadn't expected her to do that, although he knew he probably would have done the same if he had caught the error. He was wondering why he hadn't until he heard her explain that the mistake was in the tense of the word. The one part of French that Max found hard at times was the tense. But then again, so did many people who had English as their first language. "Le français est de toute évidence pas sa langue maternelle." he whispered to her with a chuckle, after the class's attention had been returned to the teacher.
Then she asked about his father. "Oui, ma mère et mon père sont français." he answered. His parents met while they were still living in France. His father had wanted to move to the United States, so they did. That was where they married and started a family, and hence, both Max and his sister Mischa were born in the United States.
When she asked if everyone at the school was... well, blonde, he shook his head and chuckled. "Thank God, no." he whispered back with a smile. "It's just this class. There are many really... not-blonde people, for lack of a better word." he told her. He could tell she was worried a little about how she'd fit in. Well, with a new school and new country, he didn't blame her. However, he could already tell she was a really nice girl, and would make friends easily. And hey, worst come to worst, he could always introduce her to some of his friends, like the girls from drama club or something.
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