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I walked into the french classroom sat down in my seat. 224Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8UGm73ZHid
"Wow. You're still here!" A girl from the far right of the room said when she noticed me.224Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡESjSADjZaM
"To be honest, I thought you would drop out of this class." She continued.
"Morning, Mary." I said, emotionlessly as I took out my homework.
I don't know why my mom puts me in a class when she can teach me herself. My mother came from France and knows it fluently, so why put me in a class when she can teach me herself? Why? Because she thinks I'm hopeless and I wouldn't understand. What was my grade? Somewhere near a B? Yeah. I'm totally useless at this point. Sometimes, I think I'm too sarcastic. Don't you?
"Why can't you just drop out of French if you don't like it?"
"Because, I need my parent's permission. And you know damn well my mother's not going to let me give up French so I can take a cooler class. Plus, We're like half way through the year, anyway, So I might as well just suck it up for 5 more months." I answered. 224Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxN8nblJW34
"Is your mother still going insane each time you get a B on a test?"
"No. She started accepting that it's my best. What do you think? Of course she is." There I go with the sarcasm, again. 224Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyXFG599FjB
"Well maybe you need someone else to explain it to. Like...an Aunt...or your cousin!!" She happily said.
"Please...if my mother listened to my aunt and my cousin...I'd be across town, living with them."
That's an actual thing they tried to do. They tried to get me living with them back in junior year after I had a serious mental breakdown, but did she listen to them? No. Of course not! After all, I am an overdramatic dumb ass with nothing else to do with my life. It's almost like I can feel the pain of that argument like it was 3 hours ago. Jesus, can I not get angry right now?
"Jason?"
"Huh?" I said as I snapped back into reality.
"Are you okay? I asked you if you made anything else."224Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiXNukuQOY0
"Oh! I'm sorry. I was zoning out again. But to answer your question, Yeah. It's not finished yet though." I answered as I took a small bag out of the front pocket of my backpack.
It was a sewing kit my grandmother gave me before she died when I was 11. My mother wasn't too happy when I received it in the mail. I took out a small stitched animal out of another pocket of my backpack. It was a stuffed bunny I was working on. I'm stitching it out of a lot of the quilting fabric my grandmother had used her entire life. So it has different patterned fabric on limbs, ears, face, and it fused together so well.
"Oh that's pretty!" Mary said as she looked at it. "What's with all the crazy patterns?"
"It's made out of a bit of different fabric my grandmother passed down to me. It seems it would be special if I used a bit of each piece she gave me." I answered.
"Aww! I'm sure she'd be so proud of you!"
"Thanks."
Mary is a sophomore. A little younger than me. I feel as if she's the sweetest sophomore I know. She's always happy to see what I've created. I do remember giving her a few of my first creations to put up in her house as decorations. I like to think of her as a younger sister. She tells me all the time that if she had an older brother, She would want him to be exactly like me. I do know she's also an only child. And she, like me, has semi abusive parents. I guess that's why we get along so well.
"Alright class! Please take out your notes. This is an open note test. Take your time and go slow!" Mrs. Mubery said.
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