"Ricky, puis-je juste semblant de parler Français, donc je n'ai pas de parler à quiconque. Et vous pouvez traduire chez le médecin. S'il vous plaît Ricky !!" I said to Ricky in French.
"Non, Rosy ! Vous ne peut pas prétendre que vous ne pouvez pas faire semblant. Vous avez au moins essayer de faire quelques amis alors que nous sommes ici. Et ne pas aller faire le médecin à fuir. ll a dit être le meilleur. Juste s'il vous plaît ! Faire cela pour moi !" Ricky said.
"Ok, ok fine." I gave in.
Ricky sighed in relief. When people aren't around or we are talking in a private conversation, we talk in French. We both speak it very fluently. But, anyway, back to the present. We've been driving for a while and we have been talking the whole time. We are almost to Forks, Washington. We'll be there in about 45 minutes. I'm kinda dreading going to another hospital but I'm also kinda excited because it's a new place and new people. I'm tired of all of the same people and the same opinions and the same places. I'm sick of Sonora.
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The illness
General FictionA 11 year old girl and her family moves to a county in the mountains away from her home to live with there aunt. Little did they know, there youngest would soon suffer a disease caused by depression and is slowly dying. They don't notice her sufferi...
