L'école et Chrissa

First of all, Sandrine got a new blog.
Second of all, Chrissa was having a crisis- she wanted a tent. She kind-of started rolling on the floor and I wasn't sure if she was laughing or crying. She told me she was practicing her hip-hop routine for danceline. Mon dieu! Je pense pas!

I talked to her and told her that she would most definitely not be sharing a tent with me.

"Je comprends!" She replied, in that annoying American accent. I still cannot get over how horrific her French "r" sound sounds....

It's Chrissa we are talking about, so I wasn't sure if she got my point. To emphasize, I pointed to the pink tent. She said it was too bright. I told her to get over it. She agreed that she would. Hopefully. If I'm lucky...

Enough about Sandrine and Chrissa! The first day of school was today! I had a fairly decent day, except for the shocker of the century...
I got to take Algebra I this year because of my grades and intelligence. I walked into that classroom, looked around, and almost fainted. Ashley and Mia were in there. To be honest, I had no idea that they had the grades. Ashley seems so materialistic and self-absorbed while Mia is just totally oblivious to everything but her hair. I questioned Ashley, and I guess my honesty offended her. She thought I was "insulting" her intelligence. I wasn't insulting it; I was just confused as to why she was in a high school credited course. Mia, well, she didn't understand when I asked her...
It turns out that Ashley is a straight-A student. Unlike Alyson.

Today in Spanish class, we had to choose Spanish names and I was stuck being Julieta because the best ones were taken. Confession time- even if there were good names still available by the time the teacher got to me, I probably wouldn't have been able to choose then anyway. I'd much rather stick with my real name, merci beaucoup.
It was funny, though, because the teacher let Liz's name be Queso. I didn't know what that meant until, hey, I realized it was Liz. She told me if she took French, her French name would have been Fromage. We then began to talk about cheese and she said that she wants to have two daughters and name them Colby and Brie, since those are kinds of cheese and real people names at the same time.

This, mes amis, will be a long year...

~Sabine

Salut!!!

Salut!!!
So listen, peasants.
I had a blog before, but I never kept up with it! MON DIEU! TRÈS TRISTE! Basically, you missed me. Just admit it, because you know you did.
I'm also letting you know that I don't translate my French into English, like my sister. Why? Well, if you're reading this, I'm assuming you're of average intelligence and have the ability to use Google properly.
I decided that Sabine and I aren't sisters anymore. Tu me demandes, "quoi, Sandrine?" We never even were sisters to begin with. She has always been such a nerdy little loser. Anyway, I decided that Ophélie Duperron is my REAL sister!!!!
Ophélie and I have so much in common. We love dancing, we love fashion, and we love our hair. We are both redheads who adore the color pink and will wear pink until we die. If you are anti-redheads in pink, get off my blog!

Sabine is well-aware that Mia is my new sister, but she isn't, like, ecstatic or anything like that. She basically was all, "D'accord Sandrine...", which is her way of saying, "Cher dieu...Sandrine est folle!" Forget her. EW! Anyway, I seriously think that Sabine thinks I'm inferior to her. She's always looking down on me and stuff. Plus, she doesn't think I have the ability to do my homework myself. It's more like, why would I do it myself when I have people I can copy it from? PENSEZ.

Another thing I should bring to people's attention is Eleanora Kathleen O'Malley, a.k.a. Peasant Nellie. Now, I don't call everybody a peasant, but she really is!!!!!! She ran away from foster care or something and lived on the streets of FABULOUS New York City until Miss Perfect Samantha Parkington came along. I had to begin Spanish this year, because the school thought it was "unfair" if I took French!!!! THAT MADE ME MAD. Like, it's not unfair that I have an advantage or something! Zut alors! What is this world coming to?! So I'm stuck sitting by Nellie AND Sabine. Ugh! I'd rather be in prison. Oh wait...that's what school is.

Nicki and Vicki are seriously stupid and they think they are the second comings of Louis XIV. Correction- they believe Louis XIV never existed and that they were the Sun Queens or whatever. They need to get a life and realize that they are from Colorado and had nothing to do with the building of Versailles. Anyway, they think their French is great when it's terrible and makes me want to gag myself.

Now if you excuse me, I am going to go tan.

xoxo,
Sandrine

Une erreur!

C'était une erreur! Je sais qu'elle était! 
Si vous ne savez rien dont je parle, je vais expliquez...
It was a mistake! I know it was! If you don't know what I'm talking about, I'll explain...
If you follow my life, you'd know about the escape. The escape has to do with why I haven't been posting daily updates, which I usually do. I'm promising daily updates...I'll probably have a lot to say because of the MISTAKE.
Anyway, I was walking around the strange new place and found where I will be sleeping until the furniture gets moved her.  I was looking for Alyson or Ava, but they were nowhere in sight, which was très étrange because they were to escape with me. Well, one was, at least.

Since blue is my favorite color, I chose the blue tent as mine.

I threw my bag down, grabbed my cell phone, and texted Lilly to let her know I escaped safely. I hope that she escapes soon...I need a friend here. Croyez-moi!

I relaxed some and tried to take a nap, but it was useless. I heard somebody's feet smacking the floor. I peered out of the tent and noticed familiar pink sneakers. Sneakers. Je déteste ceux- I hate those. And to make sneakers even worse, they came in fun colors such as pink! D'accord, forget that they aren't the most attractive of footwear and think...
...I knew the girl to whom those belonged, and this girl approached my tent and started screaming. "SABS!!!!" at the top of her lungs.

This has to be a mistake! She shouldn't have escaped with me...there has to be a simple explanation!

To be continued later...I'm still very overwhelmed by everything!
~Sabine