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Post by Michelle Brun on Jan 11, 2012 1:26:19 GMT -5
AUG 21, 2014
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Michelle took a deep breath. This was it. She was at a new school in a new country, and she was going to need to make new friends. New things were fun and exciting, but Michelle had to admit she was scared. What if nobody liked her? What they thought her hair was stupid? What if no one could see her because she was so short? What if they shorter than her and kicked her because they hated how tall she was?!
”Oh no… Oh no… Why can’t Je just go home,” she mumbled as she twiddled her thumbs.
Going home wasn’t really an option. With her parents’ new job, they were traveling way too often and she’d just be there alone. She wouldn’t have been happy sitting at home by herself. There wouldn’t be anyone to greet her. There wouldn’t be delicious snacks her father made for her. There wouldn’t late night bed stories. She would just sit there in the house alone until the loneliness consumed her. It was a scary thought. Being alone was depressing, but being depressed would keep her from people. It would be a terrible never-ending cycle.
”Come on Michelle. Be brave. Be happy. Smile. If you smile, they smile,” she told herself. She took a deep breath and nodded. She slowly walked forward but felt her legs wobbling underneath her. She was doing her best to be as brave as possible, but her legs didn’t get the memo. By her fifth step, her knees collapsed and she fell to the ground. The small girl yelped loudly as she fell. She really didn’t think she was that nervous. The small dark skinned girl sniffled as she rubbed her knees. One got scrapped from the tumble. At times like this, her father would have picked her up and kissed her bruises, but he wasn’t here. She was alone and needed to be an adult…but she really didn’t want to. She wanted to cry and be hugged and someone to kiss her bruise.
Why did her parents have to travel so much…it wasn’t fair.
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Post by Matthew Williams on Jan 11, 2012 1:34:51 GMT -5
Matthew shuffled his way down the hallway, text books tucked away firmly under his right arm; The few that would not fit within the confindes of his backpack. Never before had the Canadian needed so much material for a class in his life. Four textbooks for a single English class, three for French, three for Algebra? The list went on.
However, Matthew barely noticed any of the weight that was stored on him. Despite his some-what skinny build, the boy did have some muscle and arm strength. It may have never been to the degree of a brother of his, but he could most certainly hold his own. Another factor, however, might have been that Matt's thoughts were somewhere else entirely.
His classes had not even officially begun yet, the Canadian had merely wandered onto campus to pick up the necessary materials. 'Thank God for the scolarship... I doubt dad would have been able to pay for any of this.' his musings wandered around as he took in all the surroundings around him. The academy was a sight to behold on its own. Decorated beautifully inside to welcome the new students, the floor so clean that it reflected almost as much as a mirror (though, a fun-house mirror might have been a better term.)
Matthew moved passed a few people along the way in the hall, always making sure to move out of the way. He had yet to meet anyone yet, in fact. And while he was glad he came to the school, the boy couldn't help but feel a bit lonesome. An ocean apart from his family. While it was a free decision and he did not regret that he decided to enroll, there was still that guilt in the back of his mind.
Heaving a small sigh, Matt continued to walk down the hallway and past a certain tan-skinned girl. Really, he hadn't paid her any mind, just another face in the crowd. The Canadian stiffened, grasping his books somewhat tighter out of fright when her yelping echoed in the hall. After he had taken a breath before turning around and seeing where the noise had come from. To his surprise, and worry, Matthew noticed the girl on the ground. The same one he had passed just seconds before hand.
Quickly he turned on his heel and walked over to the girl, offering her his free hand. "H-hey, are you okay, miss? [/b]" Matthew asked.[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Michelle Brun on Jan 11, 2012 1:38:25 GMT -5
The responsible thing would have been for her to wipe her of any tears. She needed to go about her way to the nurse’s office to get a bandage for her leg and then to the bathroom to clean herself of any imperfections that might have been caused by the fall. Once she was proper, she needed to be graceful and poise so she wouldn’t have another mishap. At least, her mother would have told her such advice. But she seemed to be her father’s child, and the little bruise made her want to retreat from the school and catch a plane back home. It wasn’t really an option, but it was her first instinct.
A few people had looked in her direction, making the whole ordeal even more devastating. She had already made a bad first impression. If only she could restart the day! Why didn’t she have magical girl powers? If she did, Michelle was sure she could rewind time and all these things disappear. If she was lucky, she could go back to when her parents were telling her that their jobs were going to require them to travel often…this time she could be selfish and say she didn’t want them traveling the world to help others. She could tell them how she just wanted them to love her and no one else.
”H-hey, are you okay, miss?”
”Uh?” she moaned, looking up. There was a blonde stranger boy offering her a hand. What to do? What to do? Did she take his hand and say thank you? That would be admitting weakness, and she had no idea if this school was one of those rather ruthless high schools that movies talked about. He seemed nice looking. He had cute puff cheeks like little babies had, though he wasn’t really fat. He was a slim boy overall with rather long hair. Her father had long hair, but he kept it in ponytails to be stylish. Plus, her father allowed her braid his hair so she enjoyed it long. The blonde boy’s hair was brushed around his head. It made him look a bit like a girl. He also had a pretty curl at the front of his head. If it wasn’t for his uniform, she would have been sure it was a girl.
”Oui…” she muttered, giving the stranger boy a smile. ”Je am good, bien.” She decided to take his hand to get helped from the floor. Hopefully he wasn’t those innocent looking type of people only to be truly mean at heart. She hoped the first person she met would be her friend and she wouldn’t have to worry about loneliness. Michelle wasn’t too sure if collapsing had ruined that chance or not. Her legs were still trembling as she stood up, holding his hand. Her knee stung a bit, but it wasn’t like it mattered. She didn’t have anything to clean it up. She’d just need to hobble to the bathroom and take care of herself.
”Merci… Je appreciate the help,” she thanked him still with same bright smile. Even though her leg was burning, she wasn’t going to let her smile waver. If she was going to survive in a new place, she had to give the illusion that she was happy and everything was alright. And then, the illusion might become reality!
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Post by Matthew Williams on Jan 11, 2012 1:40:56 GMT -5
The Canadian mirrored the same smile back at the girl when she took his hand. Gently easing her up off the floor so that she was now standing. If it's one thing that Matthew had, it was manners. Leaving a girl on the floor like that would not have sat well with him. Not to mention, she seemed a bit unstable to his eyes. Almost as if she threatened to fall again at any moment by the way she was trembling.
”Merci… Je appreciate the help,”
"Ah, no. It's not a p-problem." Matthew answered, removing his hand and rubbing the back of his neck. Despite the girl stating that she was fine, he had a feeling this was not the case. Lookin down at her knees, it was too obvious.
"D-do you need some help? That looks sort of bad." Really, Matthew couldn't tell if it was or not. In fact, he didn't even know the building very well himself. Upon thinking about it, the poor boy had a sneaking suspicion he would most likely get lost finding the nurses office or anything similar. Perhaps she knew the way, though. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Michelle Brun on Jan 11, 2012 1:41:58 GMT -5
It was nice how that charm her father taught her always worked. If you smile, the world smiles. If you laugh, the world laughs with you. If you cry, the world will cry. So even if the boy was some horrible monster that would sooner leave her for dead than be kind, she was at least able to make him smile and look happy. It was a little relieving to know that things like that worked in this place. Michelle wasn’t sure what to expect considering everything they told her about this school. It was world acclaimed, though she wasn’t the smartest girl in the world so Michelle didn’t think she belonged there. But her parents made sure to assure her that people from all over the world went there, so she would meet people similar to herself and make tons of friends.
Michelle still had her doubts.
His eyes went down and she followed them. She felt embarrassed as she noticed him looking down at her legs. Her skirt wasn’t short, and he shouldn’t do such things so obviously! Wait… He was looking at her red bruised knee. ”D-do you need some help? That looks sort of bad.” Oh no! He noticed her lie! There was only one thing left to do. She needed to lie even more! It was the only way to fix this situation.
”Non. Non. Non. It is f-fine, bien. It always looks l-like that, oui.”
She smiled again. Smooth. That lie was definitely going to cover up for her shaking legs and bruised knee. No one ever be the wiser! But he was still looking at her suspiciously, and her weak frame wasn’t doing too well. Her smile faltered as she looked at her knee. ”…is it really that obvious?” It was red like it was bleeding. She needed to get it looked at so someone could at least put a band-aid on it. Overall, this seemed like a miserable way to start off her new life in this new country attending this new school.
”Excusez-moi, but where is the doctor?” she asked before shivering. She would have to go see this school’s doctor… A doctor, with all those evil needles and weird urges to stick her with said needles. The thought made her want to cry. ”Ah, non. Non, non, non, non…” She shook her head. She definitely wasn’t let some weirdo doctor touch her and give her shots for whatever demented reason doctors thought shots were fun. She would rather deal with the stinging pain all day and make no friends than that!
”Non. Je am fine. No doctors. Never doctors…”
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Post by Matthew Williams on Jan 11, 2012 1:47:24 GMT -5
While Matthew most certainly didn't judge her for attempting to say she was fine; when the girl was clearly not fine. The nasty looking wound on her knee from the fall and the constant shaking only served to deepen his concern for the stranger. Though, the thought of having to go see a doctor didnt seem appealing to him either. If need be, the Canadian could just drop her off at the nurses office and leave immediately. As irrational as his fear might have seemed to some, the mere words from his father that he had to go see a doctor were enough to reduce him to hiding (and sometimes, tears.)
So, Matthew could understand why she seemed not to want to go see one herself. In fact, he was somewhat relieved. "W-well, it's not that it's obvious. But, still. Y-you should really get at least a bandage or s-something for it." he nodded and looked down at her. What could he do to help that wouldn't require a doctor visit?
There were plenty of first-aid kits in the dorms where he persided. Maybe there were some in the classrooms too! There would have to be, right? The Canadian began looking around. There were a few empty classrooms on this floor that, even though he might have been a bit scared to intrude, decided was for the best. "Why don't w-we go in and see if there is a first aid kit somewhere?" he asked softly. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Michelle Brun on Jan 11, 2012 1:52:39 GMT -5
She had a feeling he wasn’t being truthful. She was a bad liar and faker. The fact her legs felt like pasta didn’t help her case. She needed to calm down. Michelle took a deep breath and nodded. That was better. Her legs were still trembling, but they had stopped a tiny bit. She wasn’t going to tell him he was a liar since she started the lying. If smiles were contagious, then perhaps lies were too.
”Oui, you are right,” she agreed. She needed a bandage. She preferred a pretty band-aid that glowed in the dark, but this school looked like something her mother picked it. Chances were they didn’t have silly little things to indulge her childish side like her father did. This place was going to be depressing and she was going to be miserable!
Misérable !
The stranger boy hadn’t left, odd. He was still there holding his books looking at her with a bit of a worried glaze. The curious dark skinned girl tilted her head as she stared at him intensely with her golden eyes. Was there something else? She had already refused the whole notion of going to the doctor. She would rather avoid that place at all cost. She’d run away and live in the empty house back in France rather than that.
”Why don't w-we go in and see if there is a first aid kit somewhere?”
”Nous…er, we? You are not busy? You will help moi?! Will you be mon ami too?” she asked hopeful as she took two steps closer. The small girl was pressed against his chest as she looked up at him excitedly. The stranger boy was actually a nice person and going to befriend her? That would mean her wish came true and the first person she met at this school became a good friend. If that happened, then this place might not be so bad. Admittedly, she had hoped her new first friend would be a girl so they could have slumber parties and play with each other’s hair, but he had enough hair to put in ponytails and put ribbons in. Plus she was fine wish sharing a bed with a boy. She had slept with her brothers before when scared…but that was more than five years ago. Still, it was essentially the same thing.
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Post by Matthew Williams on Jan 11, 2012 1:53:40 GMT -5
He backed his face up away slightly as the girl merely stood there and stared at him. Matthew had to wonder what she was thinking, the head tilt making it harder for him to decipher exactly what she was doing. Feeling himself growing a bit uncomfortable at the situation. It wasn't necessarily the fault of the girl, but Matthew was not used to people paying attention and much less, staring at him. Simply put, the Canadian had no real knowledge of how to react; finding himself now staring back with a bit of a nervous expression on his face.
He had wanted to inquire if there was something on his face, but the words quickly died in his mouth when a slew of questions escaped from the smaller girl. "Nous...er, we? You are not busy? You will help moi?! You will be mon ami too?" she advanced further by a few steps and barely had time to react when the tan-skinned student was a mere inches away--- scratch that, was right there in front of him.
Matthew could only nod his head. Having a friend sounded nice, though he was wondering if she didn't get help often. What kind of person would he be if he left the poor girl alone when she was injured? He had to wonder about people sometimes. Of course, this didn't deter from the fact that the Canadian was a bit uncomfortable with the physical contact. Sure, he was used to this sort of thing from Alfred, but definitely not from a complete stranger.
"O-of course, I will." he finally managed to choke out.
Taking a cautious step back, Matt then extended his right hand out to the girl. "I-I'm Matthew, by the way. It's a pleasure to meet you, miss... [/b]" a smile graced his face, though the nerves were still present. Even if he didn't show them openly. In truth, he was overjoyed at the prospect of making a friend. No matter how much Matthew enjoyed the peace and quiet, the Canadian needed companionship. The few days he had spent at the academy thus far had been somewhat lonely. There was no loud and boisterous brother running down the hallways in the house bothering him every few minutes. No one to call him out on his mistakes; what he didn't do; nothing. He had thought this was what he wanted. To get away from home and start over. But, he was homesick and did feel lonely. Things hadn't changed much.[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Michelle Brun on Jan 11, 2012 1:55:27 GMT -5
He said he would! He would be her first friend at this new school at this new country. Matthew was her first official friend and he so that would make him her best friend! They could have slumber parties, eat cake together, go play on swings together, avoid watching scary movies together, and talk to each other all the time. This was perfect! He back away, but she stepped closer. She didn’t notice how she was invading his personal space. It wasn’t really a big concern back home. She was never one to really think about how different cultures reacted differently.
”I-I'm Matthew, by the way. It's a pleasure to meet you, miss...”
He extended a hand towards her but she wasn’t sure what to do with it. She didn’t need help up again. But her new friend introduced himself to her, and so she needed to greet him properly. It was also pretty important she give her name to him too since her mother would frown if she didn’t. Michelle jumped forwards, getting her arms around his neck and hugging him. She hung off the taller boy like a necklace since her feet couldn’t touch the ground. ”J’suis Michelle! Non miss,” she exclaimed so jovially. She was more than a little happy. She was ecstatic. She was ready to share her life story with the boy and have her meet all her family, and even share stories about her pet fishes.
”Je am happy, Mathieu! We will be great friends. Great!”
She kept hugging him dearly. It was nice to finally have a friend even though she hadn’t been alone for long. This was her first day of school and the first person agreed to be her new dearest friend. It was probably too soon for her to feel infinitely lonely, but having Matthew agree did make her feel instantly better. She didn’t even notice her leg’s throbbing pain. Michelle was sure she could run around the world several times over at this point. ”So moi friend, where are you from? How old are you? What is your favorite color? Do you have brothers and sisters? Pets? Do you like fish? Je like fish!” She was bombarding him questions while still hanging off of him. He was pretty strong to be able to carry her and his books and his bookbag. She had hard times carrying too many coconuts when at the market with her mother. ”You are strong, oui? Mathieu is like a super man!”
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Post by Matthew Williams on Jan 11, 2012 1:56:58 GMT -5
With a small yelp, Matthew attempted to grasp a hold on his center of balance. Michelle was not heavy, not by any stretch of the imagination. However, the force at which she jumped combined with the strain from the books and bag, were enough to knock him slightly off guard. To compensate for the added weight, the Canadian placed a steady leg behind them; now having some sort of leverage, he could sigh in relief. It would have been bad if he had fallen over and take the girl down with him.
"U-um, um... I-I..." All the poor boy could elicit were a series of stutters. Michelle was hanging off of him as people walked by, shooting them questionable gazes as if the pair were crazy. This was on top of the bombardment of questions. If Matthew hadn't felt uncomfortable before, he sure did now. The blond was also having a hard time containing his embarrassment; a faint pink blush appearing on his cheeks.
This was not how he had imagined his first few days at a new school. And he most certainly didnt want people to see him as a crazy person. Matthew was met with a predicament; he wanted to ask the girl to let go, but Michelle was just being friendly. It would be rude of him to ask her to stop, right? So the blond though, at least. And the last thing the Canadian wanted to do was upset his newly found and only friend.
"M-maybe we should talk elsewhere, yes? Y-you're still hurt, right? [/b]" he nervously stuttered out, though there was a somewhat embarrassed and gentle smile on his face. Slowly, he began bending forward a bit so that Michelle's feet were now on the ground. " Lets take care of you first, okay?" " You are strong, oui? Matthieu is like a super man![/color]" That last comment made him blush harder, quickly regaining his composure and shly responding. " N-Not really..." If the situation were any different, the blond may have attempted to run and hide. But, there was no time for that.[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Michelle Brun on Jan 11, 2012 1:57:26 GMT -5
He reminded her she was hurt and suggested they care for her wounds before anything else. Her new friend was so sweet! Truth be told, he had been implying that the whole time but it was only sweet now because she deemed him a good friend. Strangers weren’t necessarily friendly or trustworthy, but it didn’t take much to be friends with Michelle. Anyone could ask and she’d most likely agree to it. She was a very friendly person, and friendly people should always be making friends.
”Umm, okay,” she moaned not too happy but willing to go along. Wounds could wait. Friendships came first. But if that was what he wanted to do, she could go along with it. After all, she wanted her new friend to feel comfortable. Friendship took quite a lot of work. But it was work she was always happy to do. Her feet hit the ground as she slid from around his neck. She wasn’t expecting him to carry her the whole way. That would be pretty mean. Even though he was really strong, getting carried everywhere was somewhat embarrassing.
He didn’t consider himself strong. Matthew was a modest boy. He was kind and most and very caring. She found a very delightful person to have as her first friend. ”Je think you are amazing, Mathieu. You should too,” she declared. She looked up him with a toothy smile. There was no need to so modest around her. She could acknowledge the greatness she saw in others. Michelle wasn’t great at many things, but that was the great thing about friendship. Friends helped out friends, so there was no need to be good at everything since asking for help brought people closer. It was why her parents were off helping others.
”Je will carry the books, you can lead the way, oui?” she insisted as she held out her hands. ”Then we should talk. And eat. Eating is always better with friends.”
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Post by Matthew Williams on Jan 11, 2012 5:13:15 GMT -5
Nothing short of a sigh of relief escaped the Canadian once the girl arms had slide away from his neck. Straightening himself and rubbing his neck slightly, a small smile on his face, albeit, an embarrassed one. "Je think you are amazing, Mathieu. You should too, [/b]" came the declaration. Really, Matthew had no clue on how to respond. This was the first time anyone had given him such a compliment, in fact. While trying to think of a response that wouldn't make him sound like a complete idiot; Matthew snapped out of his search for the elusive response and stared down at Michelle's hands. " Je will carry the books, you can lead the way, oui?[/b]" And it was to that, that the boy had finally managed a response. Shaking his head and tucking the books back under his arm. " N-no, it's fine. You're hurt and these are heavy.[/b]" With that, the Canadian began to walk towards the classroom that seemed un-occupied. Testing the door knob to see if it was open. As luck would have it, the entrance was indeed open. Turning his attention back over to Michelle and offering that same small, motioning his head for the younger girl to follow, holding the door open so that she could enter. " Well, eating does sound nice...[/b]" having to admit that the idea of food was sounding good at the moment. Matthew enjoyed cooking, especially for other people. He was often the one who cooked at home as his father had very...interesting tastes. Eating out every night was never appealing to the Canadian, either. Nothing could beat the taste of a home cooked meal.[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Michelle Brun on Jan 12, 2012 1:00:58 GMT -5
He refused her help for whatever reason. She supposed it didn’t matter since he was so strong. She did wish she could help. It seemed completely rude for him to carry all his books while she walked with nothing behind him. She hoped she wasn’t giving her new friend a bad impression of herself. Michelle was helpful! She tried helping out around the house all the time. Most times her mother would tell her to stop since her idea of cleaning made things worse, but she tried her best. Cooking also seemed to be a bit of a struggle since things ended up terrible wrong if left unsupervised.
He led her into an empty classroom. Classrooms were surely different than school at home. She didn’t go to such a prestigious looking place. The fanciness of it all made her feel a bit uncomfortable. Why did she agree to come here again? She definitely would have to be careful not to break anything! Tuition, board, and even food expenses seemed to all be covered by the scholarship, but she was pretty sure that something like setting fire to a desk in a cooking accident wasn’t something the school would pay for.
”Well, eating does sound nice...”
”There’s a cafeteria, oui? We can go together. Surely they have breakfast.”
School really hadn’t started yet. She could always go for some food. She was a little glutton. Her father liked to tease her about being a reincarnation of a little pig then poke her belly and kiss her nose. She looked along the wall until she found a first aid box. ”Parfait!” she exclaimed in French as she dug through the little white cabinet. She pulled out a band aid and held it up in the air as if she found the secret of life. Michelle hopped on top of a desk as she held her leg out. While she wished one of her big brothers were around, she was old enough to take care of herself. She placed the band aid on her knee without any problem. She couldn’t kiss her knee, but she wasn’t sure if she kissed herself that it would make things all better. She was sure that only worked when someone else did it…
”All better. Let’s go eat so you can tell moi about yourself, mon ame!”
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Post by Matthew Williams on Jan 13, 2012 20:30:30 GMT -5
"F-Forgive me if this sounds a bit rude. But, a-are you French by any chance?" he asked Michelle, keeping an eye on her as she searched around for the first-aid kit. Once she found it, he continued to watch her with a bit of mild fascination. Michelle was, in a way, much like his own brother in certain aspects. Save for the French that seemed to spill out every so often.
"All better. Let's go eat so you can tell moi about yourself, mon ame!"
Matthew nodded, keeping his books close and holding the door open for the girl once more. Really, the Canadian wasn't sure what else to talk about until they actually got to the cafeteria. Still feeling a bit awkward despite the warm personality that Michelle gave off. Matthew had already gotten over the biggest hurdle of meeting a new friend. Actually meeting a new friend. So, why he felt so nervous was beyond him.
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Post by Michelle Brun on Jan 14, 2012 4:32:35 GMT -5
He asked if she was French and the girl shook her head wildly, making her pigtails whip back and forth. Weren’t most French people extremely beautiful? Her aunt was part French and part Seychellios, and she was always so pretty. Her hair was combed in a certain way that made it so shiny looking. And she always had such pretty clothes. The year she spent in France made her feel so plain. Everyone was so glamorous and prim. Their clothes were all so clean and tailored so well. She wasn’t anything close to that.
”Je am from Seychelles. It is un tout petit îlot far away. It is very nice there. Very warm. Very happy,” she explained happily. ”You should visit it for a holiday. Lots of people holiday at Seychelles.”
He opened the door for them to leave and she happily trotted out. He still seemed to be set on carrying his own books, and she didn’t understand why. But it wasn’t like could force him to give up such things. Mathew was a rather stubborn boy when it came to those books. Maybe one of them was a diary? They looked pretty big for a diary though. He must have liked to write and awfully lot of it was a diary.
”Do you know how to get there, Michelle?”
”Non,” she replied lowly. ”Je have never been here before. Je just arrived today and got my things in my dorm. But don’t worry. Je will find it.” She stopped and inhaled deeply. It was faint, but there was the smell of food in the air. She pointed in the opposite direction they had been walking. ”It is that way. It has to be through some doors, Je think.”
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Post by Matthew Williams on Jan 15, 2012 14:30:29 GMT -5
"O-oh, I'm sorry." he frowned slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. It was rude of him to ask such a question, and he was wrong on top of it. Not much he could do now that it was over and done with, but the Canadian still felt a bit bad. Though, Michelle didn't seem to mind too much as she talked about her homeland. Accented even more as she happily trotted out of the room.
Matthew closed the door behind them until he heard that faint click signifying that it was closed in place; before turning his attention back to the somewhat bouncy girl.
Apparantly, she had no clue where the cafeteria was located. But still could tell where it was? The Canadian had been to the place a few times since arrival and was frankly astonished that she, not only could tell where it was located, but actually be CORRECT. "I-it is, actually. How did you know that?" his asked, surprised. Starting his walk towards the cafeteria. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Michelle Brun on Jan 16, 2012 9:42:13 GMT -5
He apologized for whatever reason. She wasn’t even sure what he was apologizing for, so she said nothing. Instead, she was on a quest to find food. It would be the most important quest of her life since this wasn’t just food for her. This was building friendship food! Luckily, she was a specialist at getting and eating food. If stranded on a deserted island, she could fish and make sure her belly was always full. But she wasn’t on a deserted island. This island country had tons of people and tons of food. This was be a rather simple quest.
She pointed in a direction, and Matthew said she was correct. She had little doubt about it. Michelle was a professional at finding food. Filling her tummy was one of her main objectives, everyday. ”Je have a six sense about food,” she boasted proudly. She happily marched off towards the cafeteria. For someone with no knowledge of this school, she walked as if she knew exactly where to go. And with no trouble at all, she led them to the cafeteria.
”Wow,” she gasped as she was stunned by the size of the cafeteria. It was so large! And there were people making tons of food. This place was so wonderful with its delicious smells. For a split second, she didn’t feel like leaving her parents was a terrible idea. Instead, it was the most wonderful thing in the world because she could eat seven times her size at this place! ”Je… Je…Je…want to eat it all...!” She snapped out of her delicious daydream and looked back towards her new best friend, Matthew.
”What does Mathieu eat for breakfast? Fish? Rice? Coconut milk? Oats? Bread?”
She didn’t know anything about him, so it was best to answer him what he liked to eat before grabbing all sorts of foods from the different lines. She didn’t want to offend her new friend by getting things people from his country didn’t eat…and she also needed to figure out what country he was from. But that could wait till after her belly was trying to pop out of her shirt.
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Post by Matthew Williams on Jan 25, 2012 19:23:50 GMT -5
Matthew couldn't force back a smile at the mention of her sixith sense. It was somewhat funny, yet, after that brief display, not hard to believe. As they walked down the halls towards the cafeteria, he could almost smell the pleasant pastries and various freshly cooked meals wafting from just up ahead.
All too soon, they had managed to reach their destination and Michelle took it upon herself to lead them inside. Soon, Matthew's smiled got wider as he watched the girl gape at the room. Truth be told, it always took him by surprise, too. And it made him thank whatever higher power that school food could actually taste good. Vastly different from the increasingly expensive greasy lunches that graced the cafeteria of his previous public schooling.
"H-haha. If you do that, you'll get a stomach ache." the blond laughed lightly. This new friend of his was absolutely adorable. Though, she reminded him a bit of a certain brother of his. The way that they talked about food, at least. "A-anything, really. I like just about everything and like to try things. B-but, I usually do the cooking." he rubbed the back of is neck in a show of embarrassment. He wasn't a good cook, but was decently proud of his skills.
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Post by Michelle Brun on Jan 25, 2012 20:19:02 GMT -5
If he liked just about everything, then it would be fine to grab everything! If he didn’t like it, she would more than likely eat it. And if he did like it, they could share. She would be well fed for her first class. Actually, she’d be well fed for every class if this cafeteria was always open. She would try to eat the school out of food if they’d let her. Her eyes twinkled at delight at the thought. A food challenge! Her belly would be the happiest belly around!
”Hmm? At accueil…? Well,” she moaned as she placed her hands behind her head and looked at the ceiling. She was terrible. That was the essential story of her in the kitchen. She did better with her father’s supervision, but that was because he was a wonderful cook! ”Je am not really allowed to cook at home. One time Je helped moi Maman, and we set the kitchen on fire. And this one time my big frère asked me to chop vegetables and Je almost cut moi finger off. But Je still like cooking. Cooking just doesn’t like moi…” A good example of cooking hating her was the time she make fish pancakes for her brothers. It didn’t come out like a fish or a pancake. She was the only person to eat that day.
”Oh by moi Papa cooks really good. We make cakes together and he lets moi mix things!”
She loved her father and all the fun things they got to do together. It was another reason why she never wanted to be apart from him or her mother. But leaving and being out on her own was a part of growing up, they said. She supposed they were right considering all her brothers were gone.
”Actually, it’s really weird. Seychellios women do all the cooking and usually kick the men out of the house. But moi Maman is bad at cooking too. Très terrible!” she said after further thought. Perhaps she was more like her mother than she realized. She hoped that meant she would grow up one day to be beautiful.
”Do you have a lot of people to cook for since you have to do the cooking? My family is pretty big.”
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Post by Matthew Williams on Jan 25, 2012 21:29:50 GMT -5
Oh, how the comparisons continued!
Matthew let loose a laugh, waving a hand at Michelle and uttering a small apology. He didn't want to laugh, but her mother sounded very similar to his own father. That ironic fact just tickled him and made the Canadian want to inquire if they're parents were somehow seperated at birth.
He composed himself, walking over to an empty table and placing his books and the bag on top of it; rolling his shoulders a bit, thankful for the lack of weight that had previously been there. "I-It sounds like fun, though." he continued to listen to her conversation, unwillingy to interrupt her as she continued to talk about her family. It was really nice to hear about other's family. Although, it did make him miss his somewhat.
"H-huh?" Matthew blinked for a moment, before registering what she had asked. "Oh, no. I-it's actually just my dad, brother, and I. But, m-my dad isn't the best cook. So, I try to when I can."
Which usually meant: every night. Matthew hated having his father cook and never understood how Alfred could handle some of the obscene atroucities that came out of that kitchen. "M-maybe I can cook for you sometime?" [/blockquote] |
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