I guess I haven't been a great blogger, but I'll get my act together. I had my laptop privileges revoked for two weeks, which didn't help.
As you know, Sandrine and I have Frozen fever, which leads me to discuss my act of true love that resulted in, well, this post.
Sandrine and I have been getting along lately, partially thanks to me and partially thanks to...well, actually, entirely thanks to me. I'll post about the incident separately, One day, on my way to my Spanish class, two guys walking in front of me were trash-talking my sister and her best friend, Coralie. I'm not exactly the biggest Coralie fan. She's kind-of aloof, and her low self-esteem is rather exhausting. Still, I don't think it was right for those guys to trash talk them. I had it when they said something extremely nasty about my sister. I approached one of the guys that was doing the majority of the trash talking, and I said, "NOBODY talks about Sandrine that way!" I gave him a shove, and he ended up falling down the stairs. I never intended for that to happen. I guess I got too carried away. Anyway, he was fortunately okay, but I wasn't. It's a miracle I'm still alive and breathing after my mom found out what I did. Sandrine laughed, but when she realized I was in trouble for defending her, something changed.
I was in my room and throwing myself a pity party since my plans with friends ceased to exist. Sandrine pounded on my door.
"Sabine, you did that...for me?" Sandrine asked.
"Well, yeah. You're kind-of apart of my family," I shrugged.
"Merci," Sandrine said softly. "I owe you one."
"More than one," I rolled my eyes. "More like 10."
Sandrine gave me a dirty look. "Someone's getting ahead of themselves..."
~.~
Now, fast forward to yesterday. It has officially been two weeks since the incident. In that time frame, Sandrine and I were getting along better than we have. Her snark, sarcasm, and blatantly rude comments can be funny once in awhile. That's why I decided to creep on Chrissa's Instagram with her. I know that she and Chrissa are good friends, but she couldn't help but roll her eyes.
C'est Sandrine, et oui, l'Instagram de Chrissa est trop amusant. Chrissa is dating this guy who is, what the American call, a freshman in college. Chrissa is obviously our age, and she is a "junior" in high school. Anyway, they have been dating for a little more than a year and a half. Their relationship is completely ridiculous. The boyfriend says the dumbest, most obsessive things like, "Taken by Chrissa Maxwell- the love of my life FOREVER." He also constantly comments things on her pictures like, "GORGEOUS! I'M SO LUCKY!" Give me a break. Chrissa isn't even that pretty and everybody knows it. He claims he'll love her forever and doesn't need or want anybody else. Seriously, the guy's Instagram is littered with photos of him and Chrissa or photos of just Chrissa. It's gross. Get a freaking life. I doubt their little infatuation with each other will last. The guy's in college. Move on. Date someone your own age. I bet his friends laugh at his Instagram page. I'd unfollow that account in a heartbeat. So obnoxious. Chrissa's obsessive and possessive, too, and she is so freaking immature that I can't take her sometimes...
The best part of his account was when I sent Lilly the screenshot of one of his captions: "I love you more and more everyday, Chrissa. You always make me smile, and just a simple hug makes my heart burn." Lilly replied to me and said, "If she makes your heart burn, take a freaking Tum's!" I died laughing at Lilly's sarcasm and wit. I'm glad that Sandrine is annoyed by this weird relationship, too, and doesn't think it's normal. I'm very entertained by his captions and pictures; they are completely hilarious. Their "relationship" sounds like a total joke.
Maman entered the room as we were laughing so hard we couldn't breathe. We immediately stopped and stared at her. Knowing her, she was probably coming to yell at us. I don't know.
The whole thing turned into Sabine and I whispering. "What did you do this time, Sabine?!" "I don't know, Sandrine! Stop assuming I did something and look at yourself!" "Shut up, Sabine!!! It's your..."
Maman interrupted us. "Will you girls calm down?! I just came in because I have something for you. Not everything involves trouble."
Actually, when you're dealing with Fabienne Vallois Bouchard, there's always trouble. Why do you think we didn't buy it?!
I only believed her when she brought out two big boxes.
I opened my box immediately because she isn't the random gift-giving type.
I echo Sandrine. This was weird.
I pulled out the most gorgeous Anna dress! I've always wanted to cosplay as my favorite animated character!
The Nutcracker's Snow Queen received a gorgeous Snow Queen gown...an Elsa gown. I couldn't get over how gorgeous it was. It was prettier than any tutu I've ever worn, and I've worn some stunning tutus.
"I was going to wait to give them to you girls for Christmas, but didn't you want to have a costume party for that holiday your American friends celebrate? Don't you have a costume party during that summer program you girls do in the United States? I know you girls love that movie, and you girls haven't been causing problems lately. Strange, I admit, but that's teenagers, I suppose..." Maman told us.
We stopped questioning the random gifts and hugged that middle-aged woman that constantly drives us crazy.
Hey, give her a break, Sandrine! She's trying her best.
Yes, until you screw up again.
Or until you do...
SABINE!
Bisous !
~Sabine et Sandrine
