Phonétique, Français, et certain Carters
(Phonetics, French, and
certain Carters)
French class is always hell. Always. Not that I don't like the language, its jut certain members of the class. *cough, cough, Adam…* I speak Croatian like a native and basic conversational Russian as well, but I needed a language in high school, so here it is. Even the first day was terrible. Roll. I hate having roll taken. It usually goes something like this:
"Kovac,
Monica" There's a whispering through the crowd. My God, Monica Kovac is in
MY class! And of course they
pronounce it phonetically.
"No," I always have to say, "it's
pronounced Kovach."
"Of course." The teachers try to
understand, but they never do. God Damn phonetics. And, of course, this
happened in the French class too. The Junior French teacher is as French as you
can get. She can barely speak English. So, as we can barely speak French, we're
quite a class.
Adam loves tormenting me in French. Why he chooses that particular class, I can only venture to guess. I bet it's because Mlle. Roquefort can't understand half of what he is saying. Buy now I can just ignore him, but still… It gets on your nerves.
French is the first class of the
day. That equates to ninety minutes of practical hell, then on to something a
bit easier: Trig. Yes, you heard me correctly, trig. I've always been very good
at trig. Ever since I took it in Honors Math in my freshman year, I've loved
it. The evil one (as I commonly refer to Adam) is NOT in that class, but my
other arch enemy is. Allen Huber has been hanging around us since day one of
the freshman year. The only reason he does is because Heather puts up with him.
Ashleigh and I HATE him with a capital "H". It is primarily because he
is tacky and blasé. His favorite pastime is mocking Ashleigh and harassing moi.
Oh, also complaining that his is stupid… He is.
Lunch is next, consisting of
Ashleigh ranting about her latest boyfriend (hanging out with me doesn't damage
her popularity!) and Allen singing with joy now that he discovered
Ashleigh would be gone the following week. Then Ash decks him one, and Heather
gets mad at her…and I go to an empty classroom to read.
Modern Euro History then English,
and the "A" day is finished. Our classes are split onto two days, half on "A"
days and half on "B" days. Very confusing. "B" days consist of Creative
Writing, Art, Chem, and Computer Apps.
Now that you know this, I'll begin
in November…
FRENCH:
On this particular day, Adam
leaned over and whispers: "Monica, heard you tried to kill yourself again. Like
mother, like daughter."
OHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! This was getting SO old. "Go to hell, Adam," I snapped.
"No need to get upset…"
"There's an idea. Go to hell and get
a place ready for Abby." Sarcasm is my strong suit.
"Monsieur Carter!" Adam got in
trouble. I snickered to myself. What a victory for the common Kovacs. I
smiled sweetly at Adam. He glared at me and gave me "the finger" from behind
his French book.
TRIG:
"Gee, you look like shit, Monica," Allen
announced.
"Yeah…oh, wait! You ARE shit!" A fat
boy named Karl laughed. To this day, I hate that kid. He's butt ugly, greasy,
and smelly. I think he lives under a bridge somewhere. Poor bridge.
ENGLISH:
I'll warn you now; Ash has the HUGE crush on Adam. Huge doesn't even begin to describe it. There is no word to describe it in any language. Get the picture? Her class before English is choir, and Adam is also in it. Ash is convinced Adam loves her, and is always telling me about it, via notes. They look a bit like this, sampled from when Ash was still dating Mike Nolan.
Ash: Monica, Adam is super nice to me, I wonder if he likes
me…
Me: If you mean Adam "shithead" Carter, don't even start with
me.
Ash: I mean, he gave me his coat today when I was cold, and
he is super nice to me and everything.
Me: He can be nice?
Ash: I mean I'm still dating Mike!
Me: How long will that last?
Ash: I don't want Mike to get jealous…
Me: Here's the plan: do what I do. IGNORE HIM!
And, now that she broke up with Mike, she's convinced Adam still likes her. I hope not. That would be like having him be my brother-in-law or something. ICK!!!!!!
I got home, and Dad wasn't there. That's normal,
as he works long hours. But, ironically Ana wasn't home. Ana's ALWAYS home.
She's in e-business, so she can work from home. I like that, because if I had a
really bad day, I can talk to her. We live in a very large house, unnecessary
for three people and a yellow lab. Ana brought him for me when she married Dad,
and his name is Chico. I'm not exactly sure why I named him that, I'm weird
remember? Every day Chico meets me at the door and we get a snack together. So,
in keeping with tradition, we went into the kitchen. A shocking sight met me.
"Good day at school Monica?"
I almost fainted right there.
Sitting at the kitchen table as if she were the Queen of Sheba, was Abby.
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