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I was worried when I saw her in class

As she was coming I quickened my pace

She asked 'Did you study weight and mass?'

After she asked, I screamed in her face

To my surprise, she wasn't upset

She laughed and said 'I tricked you

We didn't have to do that yet

Mass and weight aren't even due!'"

Once Emily had finished reading her poem out loud to Mme Gaudrau, Mme Gaudrau clapped her hands in applause. "That was a very good poem." she commented

"Thanks." Emily smiled

"You know," Mme Gaudrau started "you should one day put all your poems together and make them into a book."

"That sounds like a good idea." Emily replied "Maybe one day I will."

As Emily was putting her papers back into her school bag, the buzzer went off on the oven, to signify the cookies were done baking. Eric quickly slipped on a pair of bright green oven mitts and removed the cookies from the oven. They were flat and steamy, still bubbling from the heat of the oven. They smelled delicious, fresh and doughy. It would still be a few minutes until they were cool enough to eat, however.

After about ten minutes, the bell rang, and everyone took a cookie. The cookies were good. They were still warm, but didn't fall apart in Emily's hands or anything. The large chocolate chips added a nice effect to the flavour of the cookie, melting in Emily's mouth as she chewed. They weren't overcooked or undercooked either. The texture of the dough was just right, soft and chewy, and not too dry. As Emily swallowed her last mouthful, she hoped she wouldn't gain weight.

The lunch bell played it's musical chime, indicating French class was at its end. École secondaire Axmith Avenue had it's own unique sound system for each time the bell rang. For each time it rang throughout the day, it would toll a different tune. Emily preferred the gentle musical sound of the bell at her school to the dissonance of the loud clanging bell at her old school. It was much easier to listen to and softer on the ears. Though she had to admit, it would probably be ineffective in a large school because of it's quietness. If you were loud enough, the noise would cover the chiming sound right up.

Since Emily had already done some writing, she decided she would take a break and wander around the school. After all, she had already done a lot of work and she was tired of thinking. She made a mental note to make sure to grab something from the breakfast room sometime during lunch. Not right away, because she had just eaten a cookie and wasn't hungry at the moment. However, she knew she would have to eat soon or she would be hungry and moody later.

Emily walked slowly down through the hallway, biding her time, knowing she had the whole lunch hour to wander around and nothing to do but homework. She observed the shelf of trophies on the wall, various awards belonging to students who had graduated long ago. Most of them had French names, though every here and there there was the odd English name. Emily Frost's name was very English. Sometimes she felt left out, being the only fully English person in the French school. She was also the only person who could speak French in her family. That made her the outcast, judging by language, in both her school and her family. She was glad she could speak French, though her grammar was bad, and she often forgot words. Knowing French was useful for getting a job. Neverless, if she ever ended up raising a family, her children would probably all be English.