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AN: this is just a first chapter…there is plenty more where this came from. However I don't want to continue this if no one likes it so please review if you want me to continue.
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God. I hated French class.
I was the first one there, naturally. In all actuality, Aang had threatened me with tickling, so I had run into the classroom, which left me conversing in French with a mechanically dull woman.
"Je m'appelle Madame Dee" (I am Mrs. Dee) She told me repeatedly, along with asking my name and how I was doing. I responded in French as I had been taught and she looked as if she had accomplished some great feat.
The class slowly filed in, all ten of us. One of them was my brother, Sokka, and he took a seat a few rows down from me. I mentally cursed myself for killing that spider last week. The karma was really killing me now.
There were three girls all dressed in skin tight jeans and tank tops that should have been against dress code. But we all knew that having money meant that you were exempt from the rules. And have money they did. There were all on the varsity soccer team and I had the aching suspicion that they'd bought their post. Azula, Mai, and Ty Lee were sure to buy their grades in this class as well.
I sighed in relief as Toph walked through the door. At least she was sane. She took the seat on my left. I never understood how she maneuvered around better than I did, and she was blind. Sometimes the clumsiness was just not fair.
A boy who's name I did not know entered next, but I believe that the sophomores called him pencil boy. He sat down in the corner of the room and hugged his pencil bag to his chest.
Soon my attention was brought to Meng who had just hurried in. Her backpack sat high on her back and her glasses were as taped as ever. I almost felt bad for the way her hair spiraled out on both sides of her head, unphased by the will of bobby pins. Almost. She kind of deserved it for the way that she's hated me since third grade, ever since she'd had her creepy obsessive stalker crush on Aang.
20 seconds before the tardy bell, the last two members of our class sauntered in. There was Jet, arrogant (yet still illegally hot) dorkbomb, and another boy who I did not recognize. But I wanted to recognize him. In other words I wanted to grab him and kiss him senseless, because he was more beautiful than any pinup man I had ever seen.
I couldn't seem to keep my eyes off of his biceps, the pale skin glistening in the fluorescent light of the classroom. His face was perfect and angular, his nose straight as an arrow of beauty into my heart. The ebony hair that danced across his forehead glistened more than the guy's in the shampoo commercials.
He smiled at something asinine that Jet said and I couldn't help but notice the perfection of his pearly teeth. His topaz eyes lit up with this happiness, making the magnetic color all the more attractive. He was a god. He was a god who was sitting across the room from me. I almost wanted to sink into the floor with feelings of disgrace. He was the David, and I was the little piece of wrinkled gum wrapper on the floor, staring at him admiringly. I felt a jolt of love to my heart and sighed. I'd never even spoken with him.
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AN: Okay…another thing. This story is actually completely based off of true events. I actually had this stuff happen in my French class. And it was humiliating.
PS. I'm going to Avon (aka small Colorado mountain town) and if I have 5 reviews asking me to continue by the time that I get back I will.