Saturday the 15th of December, 2007
I have changed the rating from K to T, because of some sexual references, however, they have been removed from this chapter as they are un-Christmassy
On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me; Three French Hens,
Two Turtle Doves,
And a Partridge in a Pear Tree
"D'you know, when I was a kid, I used to wonder why anyone would possibly want to come into school on a weekend, but now I realise, prelims," groaned Leticia,
"Why do they have to have them on the first week back after the holidays, why can't they be in February, then we wouldn't be in on a Saturday, ten days before Christmas!" agreed Stuart,
"Je deteste l'ecole!" said Kayleigh.
"I'm rubbish at French anyway, there's no point even coming in for supported study. I should have stayed in my bed," muttered Leticia,
"It's easy for Kayleigh, she's a swot when it comes to French," grumbled Stuart,
"Ferme la bouche!" snarled Kayleigh.
"Daisy, Blane, Rose, do you have a minute?" called Miss Templeman as the three walked through the school gates. Beside her stood three teenagers, two boys and a girl. One of the boys was checking his hair, the other had glasses and was playing a Nintendo DS. The girl was twirling her hair around her finger, batting her eyelashes at Blane. Intrigued, the three walked over, "These are three French exchange students," she said gesturing to them, "Daisy, could you please look after Henry?" she said, pointing to the boy fixing his hair.
"Salut," he said. He had a strong French accent, "My name is Henry, but you can call me Hen." he spoke English very well.
"Blane, if you could look after Henrietta," continued Miss Templeman, referring to the blonde girl standing beside her.
"Bonjour," she had a similar accent, "I am Henrietta, but you can call me Hen." Blane was staring at her, jaw open. She was very pretty (A/N Although nowhere near as pretty as Daisy.).
"And Rose, if you could keep an eye on Henessey." she pointed to the boy playing to console.
"Bonjour, je m'apelle Henessey, oh wait, we're supposed to speak English now, right? I am called Henessey, but you can call me Hen." said the boy with glasses.
"Henessey, you should have been paying attention, you're showing us up," moaned Henry,
"Yeah, get your head in the real world, and out of Middle Narnia, of Hogwarts Earth, or wherever you are," seethed Henrietta,
"Sorry guys," Henessey said humbly, "It won't happen again."
"Rose, do you want to show Henessey the computer room, Blane, you can show Henrietta the football pitch, and Daisy, you can show Henry the drama department."
"Okay, I'll test you, then you test me, okay?" said Fifty,
"Okay." agreed Zara,
"Qu'est-ce que aime comme films?" he said, struggling to pronounce half the words.
"What the mascara does that mean?"
"I dunno, it's what you've written down, innit?"
"Is it the first question written down there?"
"No, I decided to work backwards!"
"Why?" she questioned.
"I was being sarcastic. Yes, it's the first."
"Oh, right, that means the answer is, um, no, I know this one, erm, can you give me a clue?"
"It starts with 'j'aime'"
"Any clue at all?"
"The second word is 'les'"
"An easier clue?"
"The third and final word is 'comédies'"
"J'aime les comédies."
"Okay, now you test me."
"Quel est votre plat préféré?"
"Pizza."
"No, it has to be in French."
"That was."
"No it wasn't!"
"Fine, le pizza."
"Well done. We are getting good at this, don't you agree Kayleigh?"
Kayleigh looked up.
"Vous êtes terrible." she said.
"See, Kayleigh agrees." said Zara excitedly.
"So, Daisy, are you in the drama club?" asked Henry,
"No, I like to fly beneath the radar, I quite like being anonymous, like a ninja."
"You quite like being anonymous, like a ninja?"
"Yep, my closest friend once told me that."
"Oh, she sounds wise,"
"HE is. Not like me. I'm a total airhead."
"Have you ever wanted to prove to people that you're not an airhead?"
"Um, I guess."
"I know a place that can help," he said, pulling a card from his pocket. "You can prove there's something inside your skull." Daisy looked at the card. Henry raised his eyebrows and extended a hand. Henry's shirt went up slightly, revealing a gun in a leather holster strapped to his side. Daisy screamed. Henry tried to shush her. Daisy tried to run. Henry tried to catch her. Daisy ran even faster. She couldn't run away. Mostly because she would miss Blane.
"Leticia, can you test me?" asked Stuart.
"Sure." Leticia replied.
"You read out these statements in English, and I'll respond in French."
"Fine. School is useful."
"Faux."
"People who read books are losers."
"Faux!"
"Burgundy and coral look nice together."
"FAUX!"
"Wombats."
"FAUX!"
"Politics."
"C'EST TOUT FAUX!"
"The DaVinci Code."
"C'EST TOUT VRAI!"
"For the love of Justin Beiber." muttered Leticia,
"Faux."
Leticia just glared at him.
"So, I hear you're into sports." Henrietta was fiddling with her hair again.
"Um yeah, I guess." said Blane uncomfortably. He kept finding his eyes drawn to … certain parts of her … they were very prominent.
"I like a man who's fit." she said, batting her eyelids.
"I'm okay at sports, but I'm thick at everything else."
"Ever wanted to prove yourself?"
"I suppose so."
"I know a place that will make you feel grand," she said, pulling a business card out of her pocket. "Somewhere that will make you feel like you're the master." she added. Blane read her card. She pulled a dagger from her boot. "So Blane, what do you say, how would you like to work fo..."
But her words were cut off as Blane ran. He knew he couldn't leave here. Here was bad, but here had Daisy.
"I hate exam season." remarked Miss Templeman.
"Mhmm." Kayleigh wasn't listening. She had headphones in.
"I mean, look at the French coursework for example. I can't even do it."
"We know." muttered Kayleigh.
"Ma ville est joli, is simple enough, it means 'my village is jolly', but that's about all I can do." Kayleigh stifled a laugh.
"Miss, that means, 'my town is pretty'"
"Yes, thank you Kayleigh, I knew that."
"This is the computer room. Those three have no keyboards, those two have no mouse, the screens are smashed on those four, there's no internet on any of them on that side of the room by the window, all the ones at the back have only 256 colours, and the three nearest the door only do 16-bit." said Rose, pointing at all the sections.
"Oh. So I guess you guys fail IT due to lack of equipment."
"Yep. And PE. But that doesn't matter for me, I'm no good at PE, but neither is anyone else. I'm good at science and maths, but everyone makes fun of me for that."
"So you feel undervalued then?"
"Yeah."
"I know a place that could help," Henessey pulled out a card, "It's really good in general. Some bits are slightly, well how can I put this, flopsy." Rose read the card. Rose injected a tranquillizing dart into Henessey's arm. Henessey fell almost instanly. Rose dragged Henessey back to base.
"Rose, what on Earth?" said an astonished Lenny.
"Lenny, did you volunteer us to look after the French exchange students so that you could get into Miss Templeman's good books?" asked an annoyed Rose
"Might have. Why have you brought him down here?"
"He tried to recruit me to SKUL, I don't know if the other two did the same to Blane and Daisy."
At that point, Daisy stormed into HQ.
"Lenny, did you volunteer us to look after the French exchange students so a you could get into Miss Templeman's good books?" asked an annoyed Daisy.
"Might have. What happened to you?"
Daisy told her story, about Henry and the business card, about the gun. When Blane got into base, he told his tale, and Rose pulled up the security camera footage. It showed that Henry and Henrietta were in the yard, under the pear tree. It was agreed that Blane and Daisy should take them down, and then take them to HQ.
"Hi Henrietta, love that top on you by the way." called Blane. Daisy bristled.
"Thanks. Love those jeans on you." said Henrietta, walking over. Daisy jumped out from behind a bush, and injected Henrietta with a tranquilizing dart. This obviously alerted Henry to their presence. He moved forward to hit Daisy, but Blane jumped in front of her, punching Henry in the nose. There was blood. While the boys were fighting, Daisy sneaked behind Henry and injected him with the tranquillizer dart. Each dragging one body, they made their way back down to base.
"Good work team. Those three have been sent to the MI9 cells, where they will be interrogated, and hopefully will confess. We believe they were at some kind of SKUL academy."
"Lenny did you volunteer us to look after the French exchange students so that you could get into Miss Templeman's heart?" asked a curious Blane. Everyone just stared at him. "Good books, I meant good books."
"That's worth a detention, failing like that."
In case you didn't know, prelims are mock-exams, although sometimes if you fail them, you aren't allowed to take the actual exam. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, if you did, please leave a review, even if you don't have an account you can still review. Anyone can review (except my sister), I love reviews. It doesn't even have to be relevant, it can be about wombats : )
Tom: Luna, you don't believe in wombats.
Me: So? They can still review about them. Even if they DEFINITELY DON'T EXIST!
Tom: Anyway, moving on, some of this chapter was in French, so if there's bit's you don't understand, try Google Translate.
Me: They don't exist.
