Charlie drove us back to DARS and let us inside of the school again. We quickly went outside and went into our dorms to get stuff ready, like the school uniform. Leah’s room was trashed and they had people inside still cleaning it as Leah got her uniform. The two of us headed out and we walked to class, which had already started. We were 20 minutes late.

The teacher was this grumpy old man who had gray hair. The most round glasses in the world and a slouchy back. He looked to be 60+ and he wore a green buttoned shirt with gray khakis. He was teaching the class and when he walked in he began to speak.

“Regardez qui a décidé d'être en retard.” he said in French.

“What did he say?” I asked Leah softly.

“He is pissed at us for being late.” Leah whispers. “Just sit down and don’t make it worse.”

“Alright.” I said. The two of us came to desks in the corner and a girl was waving to us. This girl had dark brown hair, dark skin and brown eyes. She wore the same female school uniform as everyone else. This uniform was a navy buttoned shirt and a black skirt.

“Ici, Ici.” she spoke. The two of us sat down next to her and the teacher continued his lesson. He was talking about some algebra crap. I had remembered that my parents had brought me here, so that I could study better, so I guess I should pay attention and NOT pull any pranks. The girl began speaking to Leah as if she was her friend.

“Qui est ce garçon? Ton petit ami?” she asks. Leah flustered red in embarrassment. Petit Ami was boyfriend in french.

“Alice…..” says Leah.

“Pardon.” says Alice. The two friends spoke quietly but not quietly enough that I couldn’t hear them.

“Alors qui est-il de toute façon?” asks Alice.

“Il s'appelle Martin. C'est mon voisin de dortoir et sa blessure est la raison pour laquelle j'étais en retard en cours.” says Leah. “Son français est nul.”

I actually was paying attention and writing down notes and some of the French I could understand and some I couldn’t. The old man then asked a question.

“Dans cette équation, 3x(82xy - 830c + -x^2), quelle serait la réponse simplifiée?” he asked. He had this problem written on the board. I didn’t know exactly what he had said, but I knew he had said something about simplifying it. I answered the question.

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“246x^2y - 2490cx - 3x^3.” I responded. Everyone just looked at me in confusion. I answered the question in english! Leah jumped in and said the same thing I had just said but in french.

“246x^2y - 2490cx - 3x^3.” she said in French.

“Bravo Martin.” says the teacher. The whole class clapped. I had gotten it right.

“Ouah. Il est intelligent.” says Alice. That class had eventually wrapped up and then we got to the next class. Art. This time, I was gonna pull a prank and the art teacher. Leah already told me that she hated the teacher, so I had figured I was gonna prank her. Did I feel bad for what I was gonna do… uhh… no.

The art room was very fresh with the room being coloured in many different colors having paint splattered all over the walls. I didn’t know if that was on purpose or not, but I’d say it looked really ugly. The art teacher, ms.. whatever her name was, had set canvas up for us all to paint. The stools that we sat on were rickety old and brown and moldy. The art teacher sat down at the front of the class at her stool, which looked to be replaced like six times or something.

“Aujourd'hui. Je veux que vous peignez la Joconde de mémoire. Si je vous surprends en train de sortir un téléphone, c'est un zéro automatique.” says the art teacher.

“What did she say?” I ask.

Alice sighed.

“Draw the Mona Lisa.” says Leah. “If you use your phone, it's zero.”

She wore a brown beret as an old lady with a grumpy look on her face. Her eyes were hazel green and she wore the most ridiculous looking overalls. When she got up to get some papers from the photocopier. I got up from my stool and shuffled through my bag for the glue. I put it on her stool and then dumped it back in my bag and continued to paint. She came back, plopped the papers on her desk and sat on the stool. Everyone in the class stayed silent when I had placed the glue because it seemed that everyone hated this woman.

She tried to get up and her bottom was stuck to the stool.

“Que diable? Aider!” she yelled. The whole class, instead of trying to help the teacher, broke into laughter as she was stuck jumping like a frog attached to the stool. Leah glanced in my bag and noticed the glue I had used.

“Oh my gosh, you did this?” she asked.

“Yeah.” I said. Leah went to Alice and whispered something.

“Martin a fait la farce. C'est un tel écureuil.” says Leah to Alice. Alice laughs. The teacher then messes her frog jumps and she and the stool fell down to the ground and she started to scream.

“AIDER!!!” she yells. Everyone laughs even more until some of the guards for DARS walk in to pull her apart from the chair and then class ends up being canceled and we end up just heading straight for the cafeteria. We walked inside the gray and white cafeteria and it was massive with over 50 tables and three expensive looking chefs, this was luxury!!!! We sat down at a table right in the middle where we saw a buffet table that was being prepared. We went over and picked a plate. This buffet had lots of food, dumplings, pizza, macrons, cake, rice, chicken, beef and more. We each picked out what we wanted and sat back down and started to eat. Leah and Alice were eager to talk with me because of my prank.

“What you did to her was too hilarious.” says Leah.

“Oui.” says Alice.

“Believe it or not, it was that pranking that got me kicked from my old school.” I said. “I got transferred here on bad behavior and bad grades.”

“Bad grades?” asks Leah. “You nailed that problem.”

“It was just one problem.” I said. “Besides, I am sure you would have nailed it too.”

I said this while biting a pizza. Lunch had begun and a bunch of other girls came to our table to speak with Leah and Alice. They were having a massive conversation in french, but I understood that I shouldn’t butt in. I think they were talking about me because some pointed to me as they spoke. I ate my pizza and then lunch had ended so then we finished up the last two classes.