I walked into my French class and nobody started to stare at me suddenly, so that was good. I didn’t know how nobody seemed to hear the crinkling sounds as I walked, but I wasn’t about to go asking people about it. Per usual the teacher wasn’t here yet so everyone was just vibing.

“Ça va Lilly?” I heard someone ask from behind me, causing me to jump. I turned around to see a guy named Jaxon. He was built like a quarterback, though he wasn’t on any sports teams as far as I was aware. His dark skin was enviably smooth, I sometimes wondered if I should ask him about his skincare routine.

“I’m fine Jaxon, how are you?” I asked. It was too early in the morning to force myself to talk in french, even though I knew the proper responses. I knew my le from my la.