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Chapter Two: Jake
0 reviewsThe Animorphs make it to Kadic, sorry the chapter is a little boring.
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A/N: all French is in italics. If it's in italics, it's French. I could translate everything, but I'm lazy.
Chapter two
"I. Hate. Airplanes," Rachel said for what seemed to be the billionth time.
"So, what are we going to do about the time change? And the French? I, personally, have not paid attention in French class. At least not for the past ten weeks," Marco complained.
"Marco, we've only been in school the past ten weeks," Cassie said.
"EXACTLY!"
Marco got some looks from the people behind us. I rolled my eyes.
"Hey, feel bad for Tobias. Before he had his accident, he was in Spanish," I offered.
"Okay, feel sorry for the bi-..." Marco began, not realizing what he had been about to say.
"Sh!" Someone from the back of the plane yelled.
Marco reduced his voice to a whisper. "I don't even know how to ask if they can speak English."
"Est-ce que tu parles anglais?" Rachel asked with a smirk.
"Yes, I will go out with you."
"No, that's how you ask if they can speak English."
"Est-ce que tu parles anglais, huh? I'll remember that."
We spent the rest of the plane ride teaching Marco the basics of French. I doubt he got a word of it, but there were a few things that stuck.
"Je m'appelle Marco. Je m'appelle Marco," He repeated, trying to remember.
We arrived at the boarding school called Kadic by way of a bus. We were escorted by some gym teacher, (Ironically named Jim,) to the principal's office. Thankfully for Marco, the principal spoke English.
"I've heard a lot about you six. You are not doing very well in your French class so you came here. I expect no goofing off. I expect you to work harder than you have been in America. I assume you know at least the basics?"
"Qui," Marco replied. "Nous lis écrire français."
"I apologize in advance for any murdering of your language that Marco may do," Rachel said. "We had to give him a crash-course in French before we got here."
"I understand," the principal sighed. "Here are your room assignments and class schedules," he said, motioning to six piles of several sheets of paper. "And we will have a guide helping you out. I'll get her to come down." He pressed an intercom. "
Chapter two
"I. Hate. Airplanes," Rachel said for what seemed to be the billionth time.
"So, what are we going to do about the time change? And the French? I, personally, have not paid attention in French class. At least not for the past ten weeks," Marco complained.
"Marco, we've only been in school the past ten weeks," Cassie said.
"EXACTLY!"
Marco got some looks from the people behind us. I rolled my eyes.
"Hey, feel bad for Tobias. Before he had his accident, he was in Spanish," I offered.
"Okay, feel sorry for the bi-..." Marco began, not realizing what he had been about to say.
"Sh!" Someone from the back of the plane yelled.
Marco reduced his voice to a whisper. "I don't even know how to ask if they can speak English."
"Est-ce que tu parles anglais?" Rachel asked with a smirk.
"Yes, I will go out with you."
"No, that's how you ask if they can speak English."
"Est-ce que tu parles anglais, huh? I'll remember that."
We spent the rest of the plane ride teaching Marco the basics of French. I doubt he got a word of it, but there were a few things that stuck.
"Je m'appelle Marco. Je m'appelle Marco," He repeated, trying to remember.
We arrived at the boarding school called Kadic by way of a bus. We were escorted by some gym teacher, (Ironically named Jim,) to the principal's office. Thankfully for Marco, the principal spoke English.
"I've heard a lot about you six. You are not doing very well in your French class so you came here. I expect no goofing off. I expect you to work harder than you have been in America. I assume you know at least the basics?"
"Qui," Marco replied. "Nous lis écrire français."
"I apologize in advance for any murdering of your language that Marco may do," Rachel said. "We had to give him a crash-course in French before we got here."
"I understand," the principal sighed. "Here are your room assignments and class schedules," he said, motioning to six piles of several sheets of paper. "And we will have a guide helping you out. I'll get her to come down." He pressed an intercom. "
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