Really quick before I start. There is some French in this chapter that I will translate, but I'm not 100% sure that I translated my English into French right. I don't speak French, so if any of you guys speak French and notice that I made a mistake, please let me know because, yet again, I don't speak French. With that being said, enjoy the chapter!
LAINE POV
'C is for cute. A is for adorable. R is for ravishing. M is for gorgeous. E is for extra gorgeous. L is for lovable. I is for I'm the best. T is for talented. And A is for a tap dancing-ballerina-fairy princess-veterinarian!'
I paused the show that I was watching, A Series of Unfortunate Events, and looked to my phone at Dylan. I had Face Timed him after school to talk and to catch up on school work.
Usually, when someone would get grounded, they could still go to school, they just couldn't do anything before or after school. When it came to me, I couldn't leave the house for anything. Period.
I didn't really know why I was grounded. All my "dad" said was, 'serves you right for leaving the house,' even when he was the one that told me to get out of the house in the first place.
"Gorgeous doesn't even start with M!" I complained to Dylan, laughing.
"Yeah, I know. M isn't even in gorgeous." Dylan chuckled. "Then again, this is Carmelita that we're talking about."
"True." I said. "I mean, if she's going to talk about herself, she should at least know what she's saying!"
"Yup. Um, speaking of not knowing things, you didn't give Symonne my number for help, did you?" I didn't say anything, so Dylan continued, "My guess is that you gave her my number so that I would convince her to not help out. Am I close?" He was smirking as he finished talking.
I knew that he was right. How he knew? I don't know. Maybe because he has been my friend since forever. But whatever the reason was, I wasn't about to tell him that he was right. "Quoi?" (French for: What?) I mentally kicked myself. Whenever I lie, I speak French. Maybe because my mom, adopted mom, was fluent in French. She had constantly taught me how to speak it. I wish that I remembered her in a different way than lying, but nope! My mom was remembered by lying.
It also didn't help that Dylan spoke French, which I was reminded of when he said, "Encore une fois je parle Francais, Laine." (French for: Again, I speak French, Laine) "Stop lying to me."
"I wish that I wasn't such an obvious liar." I mumbled. "But why did you bring that up? Did you convince Symonne to leave me be?" I could tell that Dylan had done the exact opposite by the look on his face. "Dylan!" I groaned, laying on my back before sitting back up.
"They really are worried about you, Laine. They just want to help." Dylan told me.
"I know, but them getting involved won't do anything. You and I both know that from experience."
"Maybe you just never found the right people. Just give them a chance. Meet me along with them at the park that you first met Symonne and Emily at tomorrow at noon." Dylan begged.
"Fine. Tomorrow at noon. See you then."
Hello guys! Sorry for the short chapter, it's kind of a filler chapter. School starts for me tomorrow, so I don't know when I'll update next, but my promise to work on this story still stands.
I hope you are all having a good time in school and are learning a lot.
Also, like I said at the beginning of the chapter, if any of you speak French and catch a mistake, which is over the moon likely, please let me know because I don't speak French, sadly.
Stay safe and healthy! Until next time, Sarahs4Hearts!💖
YOU ARE READING
Changed for life
FanfictionLaine Harrison had never really had any friends, with the exception of her crush, Dylan Kingwell, but that was before a prank turned into reality. Laine was a sad, adopted, 16-year-old girl, and a HUGE fan of Piper Rockelle and the squad. She had al...
