"Quel est ton problème? Pourquoi devez-vous prendre toujours des décisions horribles?" (What's your problem? Why must you always make horrible decisions?) I groaned. My mother was yelling at me because she thought I should go to a fashion school in France like she did.
"Pourquoi devrais-je aller à l'école de la mode est que je ne veux pas d'une carrière dans la mode?" (Why would I go to fashion school if I do not want a career in fashion?) She scoffed at me. "Vous êtes chanceux, nous ne parlons pas face à face" (You're lucky we are not talking face to face.) "Why because you would choke me with your scarf for saying I don't like fashion."
"Yes that is exactly what I would do. Why did your father have to get you into buying and selling houses. You could have been a famous designer like myself." All I could do was roll my eyes. "Eh bien maman désolé mais je pris ma décision." (Well sorry mom but I made my decision.)
There was a knock on the door. "Oh maman, je dois y aller quelqu'un est ici." (Oh Mom, I gotta go someone's here.) She sighed then said, "Bon, je vais vous parler bientôt mon cher." (Okay I will talk to you soon my dear.)
I walked over to the door and opened it. "Hi can I help you?" It was a young man that looked rather displeased. "Yeah, can you stop yelling I'm trying to study." "I'm sorry I'll keep it down."
I closed the door and heard him whisper, "Stupid French chick." I grew annoyed. "Stupide garçon anglais." (Stupid English boy.)
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Apartment 315
RomanceMelanie is a 20 year old student at NYU majoring in Real Estate, while her neighbor in apartment 317 is a Law major. The two meet when Melanie is arguing with her mother, so her neighbor asks if she could keep it down.
