Excuses, excuses…I could fire off about a billion of them, but I bet'cha just want to get to the BIG MEGGA EPIC storyline.

Oh yeah…and just to add to the 'Random Facts about Your Favourite Insane Author' list…I am officially addicted to Maple Cinnamon Oatmeal.

That aside…here's the chapter.

WARNING:

A ton of French…I tried my best to make it all fit, but I might have gotten it wrong…please just bear with me if you know French, because I think that I got the basic meaning across. I would be getting it right if my school offered French class, but they don't, so I'm using to help me out.

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Clair got another glass of water for me, and I downed two of the pills before closing my eyes, taking a deep breath.

It was going to hurt…and there isn't anything that can be done…so just remember to keep breathing and not to make more noise than necessary…

I opened my eyes and rolled up my pajama pants, and inspected my ankle. I really couldn't tell what had broken, and was dreading what I would have to do to figure out what had been wrong…

I pursed my lips tight and hesitantly felt along my ankle, which sent pain flaring through my entire body.

I pressed a little harder on different joins, the way I had seen the orthopedic surgeon had after I had broken my arm in the fifth grade from falling off the monkey bars.

After a little more tormenting poking, I made the educated guess that I hadn't actually broken anything…just strained it really bad.

Even as I announced it, I didn't think that could be possible. I mean, I had heard the thing snap…but as far as I knew, there wasn't anything broken.

But then of course, in contradiction to my previous statement, I felt a little lumpish type thing.

All the x-rays I had seen of broken bones being completely dislodged came to mind, and I swore again.

"Merde Putain! I think it got like, popped to the side or something…" I said, cautiously pressing against it.

"So you have to like, pop it back into place?" Clair asked, and I could tell that she paled a little bit.

"I think so, yeah." I said, and took a moment to figure out what the heck I was going to do.

Breathe In through your nose…out through your mouth….pull up on the tibia and fibula…

It was the most disgusting thing in the history of the world…I could actually FEEL my bones shift and pop into place…talk about ew/ ow.

"Putain!" I moaned, trying to keep my voice for betraying that if I had the option, I would be screaming my head off. "Que gravement confirme…Bein, je crois ça ira pour l'instant…"

My eyes had been closed, but I opened them again when no one responded.

"Alors la?" I asked, looking up at my friends, who were all staring at me as if I had turned into a mutant. "Quoi sont toi fixement chez?"

"Katey…English please…" Clair said slowly and deliberately, and I furrowed my brow. I thought I was speaking English! What were they talking about?

"Je suis parlant anglais!" I raved, cocking my head to the side curiously. Obviously it was some dumb joke of theirs. "Ô j'comprende ça, ha, ha. Très rigolo…se moquer de la infirme…"

"No, seriously Katey…we don't understand you." Aaron said, and I spoke my next words carefully, trying to catch the reason why they didn't understand me.

"Je ne sais quoi tu vouloir… Ô mon Dieu! Je suis parlant en français et j'ne voir tiens!" I cried…I was talking in French with no reason at all to explain why it was coming out of my mouth on its own…All I had done was set a stupid bone and now my language pattern had changed? Why was it that I could understand perfectly well what was being said to me, but I couldn't control my tongue!

"J'inevitable arrêter!" I wailed, knowing perfectly well they didn't have an inkling as to what I was going on about.

"Katey…chill out and like…can you even understand us?" Kelee asked, and I started to say that I knew perfectly well what they were saying, but opted to just nod my head like a little kid.

"But you can't speak English?" Jenny asked, and I nodded again.

They were quiet for a moment.

"Do we know anyone that speaks German?" Christi said, and I corrected her "Français, entendre."

"French, close enough…" Kurt said, rolling his eyes. I pursed my lips, knowing perfectly well that there was a big difference, but stayed quiet.

"Then do we know anyone who knows French?" Abby asked, and Zach spoke up. "There's Mrs. Holland from school."

"Yeah, but wouldn't she be at least a little curious as to how Katey suddenly speaks French better than her?" Clair said, raising an eyebrow.

"Ah…good point." Zach agreed.

"There's…the guy down in the kitchen." Ethan said, and I turned to him open mouthed. Him saying that the dude down in the kitchen meant only one thing…

"François…" I uttered, and tried all at once to stand up.

Messing with me was fine, a little annoying, but it was fine with me, but messing with my friends for no reason was SO not cool. Sadly for me, standing up with a newly set leg wasn't all that easy. I swayed and threw my hands out, wildly grabbing onto some one.

"Désolé…" I apologized to Kurt, who I had grabbed around the neck. I let go keeping a firm hold on the antique settees arm. "Tu vouloir dire François est la un qui…"

"Woah, hey, No sprechen de French-ay." Aaron said and I ignored his use of both French and German in the same sentence and let out a great huff. How the heck was I going to get downstairs to talk…no…persecute François?

Sadly, I did the thing that I had never hoped to resort to, even in foreign countries…ghetto sign language.

I pointed from myself to down the stairs, hoping they would take the hint, repeating the monition with more pointed annoyance as they didn't get what I meant.

"Hold on, why exactly is it that you want to go see François?" Clair said suddenly.

I raised an eyebrow, saying with one look 'Duh, how am I supposed to explain when you can't understand me?'

"Oh…yeah…but still!" She said, and I shook my head and sighed. Honestly, was she that dense as to think that I would let François just get away without yelling and/or hitting him?

"Simplement assistance moi en bas vers l'cuisine…" I said, and I knew they didn't understand a word of what I said, but got the gist of it.

"Katey, you are a complete and total idiot." Abby said, and I flashed her a bright smile.

"Que est tiens tu amour moi." I said, and they laughed, remembering the remark I had said so many times after they had jokingly called me a dork or whatever.

Clair slung my arm over her shoulder and hers around my waist, much like the time I had sprained my ankle on the track and my athletics coach didn't believe me, so we had to finish up the mile like that.

"God Katey, you've heavy." She said jokingly and I rolled my eyes "Ô ta gueule."

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TRANSLATIONS! WEEEE!

Never mind…I don't feel like translating, because I forgot what I wrote! Yay me and my Alzheimers!

Anyway, you pretty much get the basic idea, right? Good.

Also, I didn't proof-read because it's one more way to tell you that 'I suck as a writer.'

Maybe I should just get an associate to proof-read for me…

Anywho, Please Review even though I'm mean and refuse to translate for you!