The Truth Never Set Me Free

Salut, tous ceux qui lisent ce blog! C'est Sandrine!
Before you read this post, it make make sense to go back and reread the posts that I linked to below...just so you won't be confused. I meant to post about this earlier, but hey- other things have popped up.
1. La Picarde

2. L'invasion d'Ophélie 

3. Beware the Ides of March!

4. Je change comme je rime

5. ...and that means goodbye...?

I was packing to head back home, and all of my clothes were in disastrous state. Leave it to limited storage space to do that!

I couldn't find my favorite gray leggings, and I was certain that Sabine had worn them for gym class and forgot to return them. That made me angry, considering she has her own pair.

Naturally, my first instinct was to run up the stairs while screaming, "Sabine, je vais te tuer!" It was practically one of my trademark phrases. I'm sure I use it at least five times a week.

Unknowingly, Malorie was waiting for me. "Sandrine, we need to talk before you leave," she sputtered. "I have to come clean now and tell you the truth. Your friend Ophélie is dangerous."

I laughed, "Yeah? So? She hasn't harmed anyone. I mean, she has, but nothing serious. She just plays a few dramatic pranks."
Malorie cornered me. "Listen to me," her voice grew firm and angry. "She wanted to hurt you."

"Well?" I asked. "Tell me what happened!"
"Remember when you went to the hospital and had a hard time remembering things?" Malorie said nervously.
"What about it?" I asked. "I mean, it was awful! I lost my green contacts because of it!!!"

"WHO CARES?!?!?!" Malorie raised her voice. I have never heard that girl scream a day in my life, so this was a new experience for me. I laughed it off in my mind. I'd definitely have to record that. "They were UGLY and TACKY anyway! What's important is that you're still alive. Ophélie pushed you down the stairs, and you suffered from a concussion. I don't know why she did it. In fact, I don't know why she pushed you instead of me. I was the one arguing with her then!"

That I did remember. They got into a heated argument, which is a typical Ophélie thing to do. I nodded in agreement when Malorie said that, but I was confused as to why I was the one who was pushed down the stairs. Nothing made sense to me; I was hopelessly confused.

"Why did she push me?!" I asked angrily. "You know, Malorie, I'm confused!"

"Aren't you disturbed that your friend would do that to you?!" Malorie responded. "That's the bigger issue!" 

I rolled my eyes. "Please, don't do this to me. I don't care about that right now. I'm not disturbed. I DON'T UNDERSTAND THE SITUATION. This isn't one of those 'lost in translation' moments, either, so don't blame the fact that English is my second language!"

"Sandrine, I don't know why she did it! She just muttered, like, a paragraph in French and then pushed you. I don't speak French, so I don't know what she said."

The sad thing was, I was still conscious when Ophélie was speaking to me, so I should technically remember what she said as she pushed me. I probably didn't take it seriously because I never take anything she says as being serious. I turned to Malorie before I left. "Thanks, but I don't see why you made such a big stink about telling me this." Malorie's mouth hung wide open, and she only managed to tell me that my friend was dangerous.

So, that was what Malorie was dying to tell me. Maybe I can piece this event together alongside the note that she left me and figure out what is going on? I'm hopelessly confused, and I'm starting to get the feeling that this is more than one of her elaborate pranks.

Stay tuned...I'm going to soon be sharing what a little research can do...

Bisous,

Sandrine