Tristesse d' E'te'

Christine Wells is a normal teenage girl, recently healing from a loss. When she meets a new French teacher that thinks Christine can learn a whole new lot from French, Christine has a whole new life ahead of her.

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10. June 14, 2017; Raonoke, Virginia; 10:34 AM

 I sat in the back seat as I wondered where we were going for the morning.
​"You're going to love the house we are going to," Missy said, looking at me through the rear view mirror.
​ I didn't even smile. I just shrugged my shoulders and looked out the window.
"It has chandeliers the size of me," she continued on, like I was listening. "And the rooms are unimaginable!​ Their beds practically fill up half the rooms! Don't you like that, Christine?"
​I ignored her and rested my chin on my arm. It was bad enough that I have to listen to her ramble about nonsense all day. The least she could let me do was sleep.
​ Finally, we pulled up at the hugest house I have ever seen. It was so beautiful, I almost squealed. ​It looked like a castle, only better. I tried to close my eyes and pretend like it was nothing.
​"Come on, sleepy," Missy said. "we have a tutoring job to do." Missy hopped out and opened the door for me. There was a red car the size if a limo beside us. I braced myself not to touch it as we walked past it.
​"Welcome, welcome," A lady that looked like the older version of Angelique said. "Welcome to my home. You have a pleasure to eat anything you'd like." I looked at the table in front of me. There were cheese and crackers, cupcakes the size of my fist, big fat macadamia nut cookies, and hot cocoa all on one fountain-shaped platter.
I sniffed and looked around, then sat down on the couch in front of the food.
​"So, tell me, Dame Missy," The lady that I suspected was Angelique's mother. "do you think my Angelique has picked up my talent?"
​"Well surely, Dame Desiree," Missy said, crossing her legs. "she is awesome at teaching Miss Christine the arts of French. She now knows a few words."
"Well, is that true, Dame Christine?" Dame Desiree said, staring me in the eye. I looked at her as my hand reached for a cracker. I shrugged my shoulders and put my hand down.
​"Can you tell her a few words,​ Miss Christine?" Missy sad, glaring at me.
​I grumbled and said parapluie ​as rude as I could. Dame Desiree gasped slightly and Missy cleared her throat embarrassingly.
​"Well, her words and pronunciation are accurate," Dame Desiree said quietly. "so I am guessing she is quite ​the teacher." At that moment, Angelique walked into the living room.
​"Oh, Dame Missy! Miss Christine! How delightful to see you!" She yelled, and her and Missy did air kisses.
​"Well, my Angelique, they were just telling me how you are a great mentor towards Dame Christine," Dame Desiree said, taking a sip of tea. "I would just love to see it happen in action."
"Very quite," Angelique said, and she sat across from me.
​"Miss Christine, this is a ​tre'fle,​" Angelique said, showing me a picture of a patch of green clovers. "I will repeat it again. Tre'fle. Can you say tre'fle?"
​ I glared at her, hating that she's treating me like a dog through on and out.
"Clover," I said politely.
"Yes, um, Miss Christine," Angelique said, staring at Missy nervously. "That is how you say it in English. Now let's try French, okay? ​Tre'fle, tre'fle, tre'fle. Try that 3 times, yes?"
​"Clover, clover, clover," I said, putting on my wicked eyes. Missy's face was as red as a beet.
​"Excuse us, Dame Desiree, Dame Angelique," Missy said. "but we need to powder our noses."
​"But I don't dave to use the bathroom," I whined.
"Well, I do. And I just cant leave you alone in here." She didn't even wait for my response before she pulled me in the corner of the bathroom.
​"What do you think you're doing?" Missy whisper-snapped, glaring me in the face. "you're making me look bad!"
​"I ​thought ​we were supposed to be powdering our noses, but this is a lecture instead, isn't it?" I said loud enough for them to hear.
"Look, what is your problem? I can fix it, whatever it is."
​"You can't fix the fact that you made me talk," I said, folding my arms. I stomped to the living room and sat down.
​"Is... Dame Missy alright?" Angelique said, staring me in the eye.
​"Oh, Dame Angelique, she is just belle," I said in a fancy French accent. "which is French for lovely."
​ Angelique lit up. "My, my, my, you have been practicing, haven't you?"
"As well as you, Dame Angelique. And ​Tristesse d' e'te' ​is working well very delightfully. I feel myself even a little better from the loss."
​ Dame Desiree smiled. "Well, Dame Christine, as long as your happy, we're happy." Missy walked in at that moment with an aspirin bottle in her hand. "I am very sorry, Dame Desiree, Dame Angelique," she said delightfully.
"I had to take a moment to myself for awhile."

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