CHAPTER 8 – PART 1:
"Ha saw you first this time", Ashley said when she walked in school that Thursday morning. She looked at the blue sneakers, baggy pants and the back of a white and blue striped polo shirt. When Seth turned around she smiled to him. "So what's on today's program? I am going to enjoy some French first. And not the fries."
"Well mademoiselle", Seth said as he bowed and took her hand. "Let me show you the way."
"Awww merci monsieur ehm… Seth", Ashley replied as she willingly followed Seth. When they already stood in front of the class Ashley suddenly realized something. "Ow how stupid."
"What?", Seth asked surprised.
"Well I forgot my books. They are still in my locker. She stared at Seth's empty hands. "So unless you've got them hidden in one of your pockets I need to go back to get those first."
Seth began to feel his pockets excessively. "Nope nothing in here", he finally said. "So you go get them and I'll warm a seat for you, okay?"
"Yeah sure", Ashley answered as she quickly ran back. Arrived at her locker she saw Marissa taking a few books out of her own. "Hey", she said as she walked closer. "Late too huh?"
"Yes", Marissa said as she quickly looked over her shoulder to Ashley. "Gotta go now, catch you later."
"Okay", Ashley said as she closed her locker and ran back in the direction she came from. Suddenly she was at a path junction and she didn't know what direction to go. 'Left or right?', she wondered. That moment the second bell rang. "Shit", she silently cursed when she heard it. She choose the left path and quickly ran further.
She sighed of relief when she heard French words coming from a classroom nearby. She quietly opened the door, mumbled an excuse in the direction of the teacher and sat down at an empty seat in the front row. She scanned the room - looking for Seth - and she saw her fellow classmates looked younger than her. 'Strange', she thought.
"Excuse me." She suddenly heard someone with a light French accent saying.
She turned her head to the direction the voice came from and looked in the face of the teacher. "Ehm yes?"
"Are you sure you are in the right class?"
"Well yeah", Ashley said when she took her schedule out one of her pockets. "Here", she said as she pointed to what was written underneath Thursday. "First period, French class by mister Duport." She looked up to the teacher and repeated "mister?"
"Do I look like a mister to you girl?", she said, raising her voice to come out above the sounds of laughter around her. "Mister Duport's class is right next door."
"Ow", was all Ashley could say. She felt her cheeks burning of shame when she quickly stood up and grabbed her books. "Sorry", she mumbled when she went out of the class room. Outside she leant with her back against the wall, trying to calm down before going into the right class. 'Idiot', she thought as she shook her head.