Je ne Compreds Pas
Sitting over here is nothing compared to sitting over there. If I went to sit over there I would be in much more trouble than I am already in. "Porquoi?" That is all I am asked; "Porquoi Anne`? Porquoi?!" It' is French. (Do not ask) I am sitting in the witness stand. The judge is asking me the very same thing: "Porquoi?" I do not respond. Then the judge asks the audience: "Est-ce qu'il y a quelqu'un qui parle anglais?" I roll my eyes. Boring! The judge is so hard headed. I am dismissed from the courtroom. One rude woman even asked me, "S'il vous plait, est-ce que vous pouvez me dire, ou sont les anglais?" Then the jerk laughed at me. As if I should know! So I said to her, "Qu'est-ce ca veut dire?" I glared at her. She glared at me. It was my turn to laugh. I leave the courthouse swiftly. I think I'm going to like France. I am here now, and I am a citizen. Paris will regret the day they let Anne` Peri past their borders. "Je ne compreds pas?" my mother asked me. "Je ne compreds pas," I agree with her. I, Anne` Peri, sworn to my soul, will wreak havoc in Paris as long as I am forced to live here. Mother and Father shall be proud for now I compreds pas.
A/N: If ANYONE can tell me what all the French words mean they will get to be featured in one of my longer, better stories. Merci! MAGIC ROCKS! =~` Play Quidditch! $ %
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