Really really not good at long chapters OOH i can't remebr if i did an "I dont own stargate" speech... well here it is: I dont own stargate. There, that was easy.
Chapter Four
Adrienne watched the road as the coach drove them to wherever it was they were going. She had talked to a few of the others, they seemed to all be "classic" nerds. As one started walking towards her she turned her music up louder. She saw the boy talking to her, but she couldn't hear his voice.
Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Where everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.
"I can't hear you! My Music's on real loud!" She could see him still trying to talk to her and she sighed, taknig off her headphones. "Yeah?"
"Hi, my name's Henry Jones, what's your name?" He had one of those really nasal voices... like he had something permanetly jammed up his nose.
"Adrienne." The boy looked at her expectantly, "Stiles, Adrienne Stiles, was there something you wanted?"
"So where are you from then? Theres a boy over there ALL the way from France! I think his name was Francois..."
"DuBert, yeh, I talked to him earlier." She finished under her breath, 'et il était relativement normal trop….' She could feel the gaze from Henry like a magnified gamma ray.
"I'm from Washington. Do you live anywhere near there?" Tolerate him, God knows how long you're going to have to know him.
"Quebec."
"You don't sound French."
"I'm not. I'm Canadian." This guy was so tiresome.
"Ten Minutes, guys!" A voice called from the front of the coach.
"Thanks, Dr Jackson."
TBC
