“En français.” He said, he was a total fanatic for this stuff. I’m pretty sure he was actually a French major.
“Madame Dupont isn’t here yet, neither is my french.” I said, sitting down at my desk. Jaxon shrugged me off and took his seat next to me. The two of us weren’t exactly friends, but we weren’t on bad terms either. He could be a bit of a teacher’s pet, but he was alright.
A few minutes later Madame Dupont walked in, coffee in hand, She was an elderly woman who I’m pretty sure had seen the formation of France itself.
“And how are we all doing today?” She asked, her accent thick. “We all studied for today’s exam, no?” I groaned inwardly. I forgot that we had a test today. Papers were handed out for the written portion, though everyone knew that the written portion was the easy half.