Hannah Denver
Girls swarm around something, squeals erupting through their lipstick. I bet their makeup is even screaming... screaming to get off of their faces.
Anyway, I try passing through them to see what's so special that they must cry over it. I'm only checking because it may be good inspiration for my book- yes, for my book.
But for my defence, the ideas that fill Thomas' brain is kinda... uh... weird. Who ever wants a love story? Those kind make me sick.
"Hannah, come here." AJ calls and I see him on the other side of the circle, his hand reaching out for me as he shouts my name with a worried expression.
I can also see that he's wearing his 'disguise' if you'd call it. Maybe that's why the girls aren't around him...
Running, I push past the breasts and butts that cloud my vision, trying to get to my brother. Once I reach him, I suddenly feel scared but relieved as I jump into his arms and hug him. The idea that this could be a movie is disturbed after AJ lets me go gently, pulling me away from the crowd.
"Are you alright?" He asks, holding my hand tightly.
Feeling the warm air from the breath and bodies or the dangerous hunters- the girls- I start having a hard time breathing myself. "W-w-well, yeah... I'm scared too." I say honestly, trying my hardest not to cry.
AJ nods and gives me a small hug. "You took it today, didn't you?" I nod, telling him to continue. "Did you take it after breakfast?" Oh.
"Oh no! I took a poop and totally forgot about eating then taking it!" I shout, my hands grabbing my hair. "I knew I shouldn't have eaten that burrito last night..." I mutter silently to myself. "Darn you, you spicy goodness."
AJ rolls his eyes, "well don't forget that." He tells me, annoyed. "Seriously, that's really dangerous." He looks from side to side, "I'll walk you to class but then leave me alone, I'm gonna take off my disguise." And off we go!
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I just realize that I never got to see what was attracting all the ladies. Maybe I would have liked it also...?
(1) "Classe, aujourd'hui nous avons un autre élève pour l'année. Il ne comprend pas le français beaucoup, mais il travail fortement pour réussir a comprendre." Mme Calrise tells the classroom nicely.
My heart beats faster, anticipating the new student. (2) "Comment appel-t-il?" I ask giddily, doing mini hops in my seat.
Everyone gasps and stares at me. "She's so weird..." Someone whispers to their friend, eyeing me. I know I am.
(3)"Miriam, en français s'il te plais." My teacher snaps bitterly, scolding the red-faced student.
Miriam sighs and faces me. (4) "Ce que je voulais te demander est pourquoi est-ce que tu ne connais pas son nom?" She elaborates, her tone not very pleasant.
I try not to feel embarrassed about her earlier comment as I answer. (5) "Je-je... je n'ai pas vu... s-son nom," no! that's not what I meant to say! I meant to say that I haven't seen him yet, not his name!
Miriam smirks lightly, mumbles 'idiot' and goes back to giggling with her friends about me. Well, it's nothing different, because this is usually how my day goes on at school.
I look out the window and try to zone out Mme Calrise as she speaks to the classroom. (6) "Alors, je vous représente M. Bridge."
Why am I this way? Why can't I be a funny-normal like AJ, or annoying and liked like Grace. I just had to be a weirdo, and I just had to be born. I don't think I'm happy anymore, I don't know what I am. But I know what I want to be, I want to be loved.
Stephanie, Teresa and Hailee will all leave me, I'm sure of it. They'll realize that I'm just an annoying little girl and they'll walk away. Because I'm meant to be alone, I'm meant to have no friends. I'm meant to be a disappointment, it's how I was made.
I've always been alone so I'm fine with it. I don't like change so being by myself is how I'd like my life to stay. Plus, I don't want to get attached to people and have them leave me. It hurts when that happens, I don't like it.
So I'll have everyone call me a freak. I'll have them all talk behind my back. I'll have them all think the worst of me. There's no way that I can stop them, and AJ doesn't seem to realize not care. Maybe I should never meet up with Stephanie and Teresa again, and always wear headphones on the bus so Hailee doesn't try talking with me. I'll stop making the book and think about other things, important things
"Bonjour."
The Cole Effect. Great, I grumble in my thoughts, I'm even witnessing it when he's gone...
Lifting my head up lightly, I come face-to-face with the stranger that has given me such a weird spark. "Bon-" Now, the most cliché things has just happened... I guess it was pretty obvious since the beginning, even I was thinking of the possibilities.
"Bonjour, Hannah," he says happily, a nice and wide smirk displaying his joyfulness.
"Bonjour, Cole."
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{ translation }
(1) Class, today we have another student for the year. He doesn't understand French that well, but he's working hard to understand.
(2) What's his name?
(3) Miriam, in French, please.
(4) What I wanted to ask you is why don't you know its name? { talking about the student}
(5) I-I... I didn't see... his name.
(6) Anyway, let me introduce, M. Bridge.
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short chappie, is that ok?
okay? good.
well, i came back from québec and it was great. im back for my last week of school, then i wont need to speak french for the rest of the summer.
has summer already started for you? how's it?
well, hannie is over and out.
- han .
YOU ARE READING
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Teen FictionHannah Denver is funny, loud, a prankster, and a little odd. All her life, she was known as the weirdo that lives next to you, sits behind you in class, or the twin of Mr. Perfection. But, Hannah is also an achiever, and she won't stop at anything t...
