The Nerd is the Legendary Princess Gangster

Legendary 1:

*1st day of Classes*

(Jane's Point Of View)

First class. MATH.

"Bonjour, classe," the teacher walks in.

"Bonjour, madame," we greeted.

"I'm Miss Felitante. I think all of you already know each other. Except for one. Who is the exchange student from the Philippines?" She said. I raised my hand with no shame.

"Please go infront," I think she is having trouble in speaking english.

"Je peux parler français, mademoiselle," I insist. (I can speak French, madam)

"Ce est génial. Se il vous plaît vous présenter à nous. Ainsi, nous pouvons immédiatement commencer notre classe," she said in relief. (That's great. Please introduce yourself to us. So we can immediately start our class)

I stood up from my chair. I can sense that all of them are looking at me. Maybe they think I look weird and ugly and everything bad to say to me.

"Salut. Je suis Jane Revolo Solo. 18 années d'existence. Exhange étudiant de l'Philippines. Je suis bon en mathématiques, sciences et tous les sujets majeurs et mineurs, même l'éducation physique. Et se il vous plaît. Ne me appelez pas Jane, Revolo, JR, ou quoi que ce soit. Appelez-moi Nerd," I said. " Vous pouvez poser toutes les questions que vous voulez me demander. Mais je ne peux pas promettre de répondre à tout," I added ( Hi. I'm Jane Revolo Solo. 18 years of existence. Exhange student from the Philippines. I'm good in Math, Science, and all major and minor subjects even Physical Education. And please. Don't call me Jane, Revolo, JR, or anything. Call me Nerd. You can ask any question you want to ask me. But I can't promise to answer it all)

No one answers -- ask questions rather.

I was about to go back on my chair, when a looking gangster suddenly opened the door. Is everyone rude here? Well not everyone.

"M. Règne, M. Wane, M. Jade ans, je pense que vous avez une explication pour ce retard en 10 minutes," Miss Felitante said to the looking gangster over there. (Mr. Reign, Mr. Wane, Mr. Jade, and Mr. Vrain. I think you habe an explanation for being late in 10 minutes)

"Pourquoi devrais-je me inquiéter de vous expliquer? Perte de temps," the guy named Mr. Reign said. The three other boys smirked. (Why would I bother explaining to you? Waste of time)

"Vous me laissez pas le choix, M. règne. Sortez de la salle et aller au Bureau d'orientation," Miss Felitante said with a sigh. (You leave me no choice, Mr. Reign. Get out of this room and go to the Guidance Office)

"Pourquoi ferions-nous? Nous sommes déjà là. Aussi une perte de temps. Tout comme votre sujet," the guy said again. ( Why would we? We're already here. Also a waste of time. Just like your subject)

By the last sentence he said. I can feel the aura of Miss Felitante changing.

"Excusez-moi, Sire. Si vous vous ennuyez au sujet de Miss Felitante alors pourquoi prendre la peine entrer dans cette pièce toute façon? Ce est vraiment une perte de temps que vous entrer dans les choses de la classe de dire que vous pouvez blesser le sentiment d'une personne," I can't help it but butt in in their conversation. ( Excuse me, sire. If you are bored to Miss Felitante's subject then why would you bother enter this room anyway? It's really a waste of time you entering the class saying things you can hurt a person's feeling)

"Qui êtes vous pour dire ces choses pour moi?" He said. (Who are you to say those things to me?)

"Je suis un étudiant concerné, sire. Tu. Traiter les enseignants de cette manière était tellement désagréable. Donc, si vous vous ennuyez à sa classe, je pense que ce est vraiment mieux pour vous de suivre madame. Mais si vous la respectez toujours, mieux asseoir sur une chaise occupé," I know that I'm being rude to him or something. But he's the first who is being rude... To a teacher! (I'm a concerned student, sire. You. Treating the teachers that way was so rude. So if you are bored to her class, I think it's really better for you to follow madam. But if you still respect her, better sit down on an occupied chair)