Role Play Time! discussion

Renée and Taylor came in and chorused,"Hi Mr. Feux!" Mr. Feux smiled and said,"Bonjour, filles" Taylor and Renée sat in their adjacent seats and waited.

Taylor walked back in giggling. She slid back into her seat and whispered,"Brayden's asking Emilie out! C'mon, you have to come to the dance!" Renée debated and finally said,"Fine. Just to see Emilie though" Taylor nodded. That was the only reason why she was going too.

Just then Emilie walked in still holding Braydon's hand. Emilie leaned over looking at Taylor and Renée, and said playfully, "Looks like you two gossip after all." Emilie took a seat beside Taylor and patted the seat on the other side of her indicating for Braydon to sit there.

Just then Emilie remembered to greet the teacher and said, "Bonjour Monseur Feux."

Taylor whispered back,"Nope. Just about you two. You together now?" Renée snickered quietly at the question.

Emilie knew her cheeks were beet red even though she couldn't think of a reason why they were.

"Yup. I'm right. But we'll leave it alone... for now, right?", Renée asked Taylor, suppressing a fit of giggles. Taylor smiled and nodded enthusiastically.

Emilie opened her note book, a bit embarrassed. She spoke up and said, "Why don't you guys leave me alone?"

"We are. For now", Renée reminded her. Taylor nodded.

"You guys really annoy me to no end and I'm just tired of it!" Emilie almost shouts back.

"Jeez, dude! We said that we'd leave it alone!", Renée snapped. Taylor frowned, but said nothing.

Just then, Monsieur Feux rapped a ruler against his desk. "S'il vous plaît ouvre le cahier. Tourner a la page dix-neuf. Qui veut lire le title?", he asked in French.

Taylor said quietly,"Fine. We'll leave it alone, okay? Jeez!"

Monsieur Feux once again repeated himself. "S'il vous plaît ouvre le cahier. Tourner a la page dix-neuf. Qui veut lire le title?"

Taylor and Renée opened their books and shot their hands high into the air. However, Monsieur Feux had someone else in mind.

Emilie raised her hand while shooting a look a Taylor and Renée. The look said pain and anger. Emilie scooted over a bit closer to Braydon.

Emilie felt affended by Braydon shaking his head for some reason she couldn't place. She turned to Braydon and said, "So now you're mad at me? What did I ever do to you?"

Immideatly Emilie wanted to take the words back, but they were out there, lingering in the air.

"Ok, whatever you say." Emilie said kind of sarcasticly.

Monsieur Feux cleared his throat loudly. "Braydon. Emilie. Please pay attention in class. I will not tolerate any disruptions. One more disruption out of any of you and the entire class will stay behind after school for a detention. Understood? Now, Braydon. Lire le title", he said sternly.

Taylor and Renée lowered their hands. At the mention of detention, they both shot daggers at Emilie. Both of them knew that they could not afford a detention, and they both knew Emilie knew that too.

Emilie felt ashamed yet at the same time satisfied even though Taylor was going to get it after class.

Taylor and Renée glared at Emilie. They both knew that Emilie was happy that they were angry. Couldn't she understand that by getting a detention would make them late for their extra-curricular activities? 'Impossible. She knows that we can't afford a late, it will cause a domino effect!', Taylor thought angrily. They turned and simultaneously began skimming the page to see what they were learning today.

"Please read it aloud, Braydon", Mr. Fuex said with a sigh.

Emilie tryed her best to keep her composure and pointed at the book to what Mr.Feux wanted Braydon to read.

For some reason Emilie felt like crying, so she raised her hand and asked, "Mr.Feux may I be excused and go to the bathroom?"

'Bugger it. Emilie's going to pour buckets. What to do?', Taylor scribbled quickly on a scrap of paper. Renée quickly scribbled back,'Nothing. Let her cry it out and then ask her what's wrong after school' Taylor snatched the paper and expertly ripped it into pieces, and under the guise of sharpening her pencil dumped the remnants of the note out.

Mr. Feux sighed once more. "Never mind, Braydon. You tried. Taylor can read while Emilie can go to the washroom. Now, no more disruptions"

Taylor read the title and the beginning paragraph before stopping. Mr. Feux smiled, though it seemed slightly strained. "Merci. Maintenant, tout le monde répondre aux questions des pages 45-48. En classe, s'il vous plaît", he said, as he sat back at his desk.

Emilie head down the hallway and made a left then a right into the girls bathroom. She locked herself into the second stall and buried her head in her hands and thought: what am I going to do? Did I just ruin any chance I had with Braydon?
She let a few tears slide out.

((Babalina1, you know that there is a Female Washroom folder, right?))

((Ohh well who cares))
Emilie sucked it up and washed her face with some paper towel and walked back to class. She calmly walked in the room giving Taylor a nice smile and thought to herself. This can't last long.

Taylor whispered,"Pages 45-48. Complete in class. Hurry up" She finished the last question and dropped her pencil, leading to it consequently rolling down the page hill of her workbook. She sighed and picked it up, placing it in a straight line in front of her pencil case.

Renée finished after Taylor and smiled warily at Emilie before staring around the room.

Before Emilie even turned to page 45 she took a long look at Braydon, just studying the look on his face. After a minute she realized she must finish all her work within a few minutes so she opened her book and started on the questions, dismissing all her fowl thoughts about Renée and Taylor.

((*foul))

Mr. Feux cleared his throat. "8 minutes class. Then we take it up"

Emilie quickly scribbled down the answer for the last question and sat patiently as if nothing had happened.

Emilie looked up at the clock and saw that there was only 15 minutes left of class and she sighed of relief.

Mr. Feux got up. He casually glanced at the class's work before announcing,"Pop quiz. The quiz will be based on what you have just done. Now, workbooks away, and pencils and erasers out only"

Both Taylor's and Renée's mouths dropped open for a moment before quickly being snapped shut as they scrambled to have last minute looks at their workbooks.

Mr. Feux said,"15 minutes to do the quiz. Eyes on your own paper, or an automatic 0" as he passed the quiz out.

Emilie knew she would be fine she was just worried about Braydon.

Emilie found Braydon's hand under the table and gave it a quick squeeze for luck.

((Aren't you sleeping? :P))

Taylor grabbed the paper Mr. Feux handed out and skimming it, quickly began to fill the blanks out easily.

Renée did likewise, but a little slower.

Both were done within the 15 minute time frame and handed it in, with Mr. Feux's eyes watching them carefully.

Emilie quickly looked over her teset and handed it in on her way out. Emilie stood outside the room wataing for Braydon. She asked no one in particular, "What class do we have next?"

Taylor and Renée collected their books and joined Emilie. "Social Studies. And by the way, thank you for almost getting us into a detention", Taylor said, glaring at her meaningfully. Renée chimed,"Yeah. What was that for?"

"Ugh I feel like using the act of defenestration on you"

Emilie asked no one in particular, "Do you think it was me?"

Babalina1 wrote: ""Ugh I feel like using the act of defenestration on you""

"Really? What's up with the fancy words today, Em?", Taylor asked, smirking playfully. She added quietly,"I think it was all of us, not just you, Emilie" With a faint smile, she spun on her heel and walked hurriedly to the Social Studies classroom. Renée threw a concerned glance Emilie's way before chasing after Braydon and Taylor.

Emilie followed them wondering if she would be free tonight after all.

There are other guys Emilie thought to herself, but deep down she knew the only guy she wanted to be with was Braydon.