I gave Jess a confused expression, and she continued, "about kidnappings?" Shock seeped through my face.
"What?!?! Kidnapping?!"
"Yeah, there was like an attempted kidnapping the other day or something..." Then the teacher came and we went in for math speciales.
"Well, Ferney is supposed to be like really bad for that... " As I got out my trousse (pencil case) I listened to Jess with an almost terror-ed expression. "Oh wait, you live in Ferney!"
"Yeah. Crap."
So turns out there were two attempted kidnappings over the weekend... supposedly there was like a girl waiting outside the school gates and almost got captured. The police sent a note (in French of course). Wow. Not so different then the many episodes AAPS has experienced with the whole "high schooler brought a gun..."... "guy hid a fake bomb in the locker..." stuff.
On the walk home, it was dark. As we left FLE (in which M. Besson "flicked us off"- we were learning the names for the parts of the body, and I couldn't help laughing when he held up his middle finger, asking what we called it in English. We all looked at each other with aghast expressions. He just rolled his eyes. Call me immature, but you gotta laugh once in a while.) I talked to Jess about me walking home and the possibility of someone attempting to kidnap. I left a note after lunch (no one was home) saying someone should come to walk home with me. It was really dark. A deep rich blue, one you'd want to be envoloped in if it were made of a soft liquid or something. I was on alert sort of, and already had some adrenaline kickin' because I ran all the way. Normally I'd run for a little and stop then run a little ways after. But this time, I was all out. Checking behind me, ok no one there... oh crap going into a shadow... I wasn't like all freaked out or nothing, but my stomach did have that nervous-ness in it. I mean, call me a sissy, but just think about how you would feel if you were in a different country, walking home by yourself when its almost pitch dark and there's kidnappers about. I almost felt like Maximum Ride; maybe that sounds stupid, but to have adrenaline seeping through and almost being "hunted down" reminded me of the Flock... gee, it must suck to always be so paranoid.
But obviously, I got home safe. My mom had gotten the note but she came home late. As I passed her car (it was slowing down towards me so I was suspicious) she called out and all that. Told me I should have called her and my dad. Stuff and stuff. So I rode a few feet to our apartment with her and proceded to do my homework after practicing trumpet.
I need to go shopping for... for... *hint hint* type- things. Which are like.... well, they have something to do with the fact that next month is December.
I miss Michigan Public Radio.
I saw a parapent out of the window in my English class, which was seriously thrashing about. Violently. I hoped no one was attached.
Dang, everything seriously does go ok. (Well, it occured to me that its not so much that everything gets resolved, but that it passes.) Oh, you guys, speaking of which, in FLE M. Besson brought up the fact that like Amelia in French is really Amelie, and something about how that's related to the word that means someone who never worries about anything. I...ronic. It's ironic that it's ironic. Thank you to the commentors.
Thank you two un-named (P and M) people for sending me letters and pictures!!!!!!!!!!!!! The pictures are so cool!
What do ya guys think... is sleeping in or getting up early better on a weekend? Well, which do you like better?
Omg 700 hits. Great. Thanks for reading, guys. It's awesome. And lets see... poll results... 1 for Maximum Ride, which was mine... and most of you guys chose Harry Potter! Hmm. Robert Sledge, by the way, is the bassist for the Ben Folds Five. Then 2 votes for Bella Swan... hmm. Only one thought I was weird. Well, on the poll anyway. Ok! New poll sometime.
J'aime a ecrier cette blog...
J'aime la vie!
Je t'aime.
(C'est juste, a moins que je ne connaise pas vous beaucoup...)
HA omg its so fun when you know a different language. Ask me what that means if you want.
"What?!?! Kidnapping?!"
"Yeah, there was like an attempted kidnapping the other day or something..." Then the teacher came and we went in for math speciales.
"Well, Ferney is supposed to be like really bad for that... " As I got out my trousse (pencil case) I listened to Jess with an almost terror-ed expression. "Oh wait, you live in Ferney!"
"Yeah. Crap."
So turns out there were two attempted kidnappings over the weekend... supposedly there was like a girl waiting outside the school gates and almost got captured. The police sent a note (in French of course). Wow. Not so different then the many episodes AAPS has experienced with the whole "high schooler brought a gun..."... "guy hid a fake bomb in the locker..." stuff.
On the walk home, it was dark. As we left FLE (in which M. Besson "flicked us off"- we were learning the names for the parts of the body, and I couldn't help laughing when he held up his middle finger, asking what we called it in English. We all looked at each other with aghast expressions. He just rolled his eyes. Call me immature, but you gotta laugh once in a while.) I talked to Jess about me walking home and the possibility of someone attempting to kidnap. I left a note after lunch (no one was home) saying someone should come to walk home with me. It was really dark. A deep rich blue, one you'd want to be envoloped in if it were made of a soft liquid or something. I was on alert sort of, and already had some adrenaline kickin' because I ran all the way. Normally I'd run for a little and stop then run a little ways after. But this time, I was all out. Checking behind me, ok no one there... oh crap going into a shadow... I wasn't like all freaked out or nothing, but my stomach did have that nervous-ness in it. I mean, call me a sissy, but just think about how you would feel if you were in a different country, walking home by yourself when its almost pitch dark and there's kidnappers about. I almost felt like Maximum Ride; maybe that sounds stupid, but to have adrenaline seeping through and almost being "hunted down" reminded me of the Flock... gee, it must suck to always be so paranoid.
But obviously, I got home safe. My mom had gotten the note but she came home late. As I passed her car (it was slowing down towards me so I was suspicious) she called out and all that. Told me I should have called her and my dad. Stuff and stuff. So I rode a few feet to our apartment with her and proceded to do my homework after practicing trumpet.
I need to go shopping for... for... *hint hint* type- things. Which are like.... well, they have something to do with the fact that next month is December.
I miss Michigan Public Radio.
I saw a parapent out of the window in my English class, which was seriously thrashing about. Violently. I hoped no one was attached.
Dang, everything seriously does go ok. (Well, it occured to me that its not so much that everything gets resolved, but that it passes.) Oh, you guys, speaking of which, in FLE M. Besson brought up the fact that like Amelia in French is really Amelie, and something about how that's related to the word that means someone who never worries about anything. I...ronic. It's ironic that it's ironic. Thank you to the commentors.
Thank you two un-named (P and M) people for sending me letters and pictures!!!!!!!!!!!!! The pictures are so cool!
What do ya guys think... is sleeping in or getting up early better on a weekend? Well, which do you like better?
Omg 700 hits. Great. Thanks for reading, guys. It's awesome. And lets see... poll results... 1 for Maximum Ride, which was mine... and most of you guys chose Harry Potter! Hmm. Robert Sledge, by the way, is the bassist for the Ben Folds Five. Then 2 votes for Bella Swan... hmm. Only one thought I was weird. Well, on the poll anyway. Ok! New poll sometime.
J'aime a ecrier cette blog...
J'aime la vie!
Je t'aime.
(C'est juste, a moins que je ne connaise pas vous beaucoup...)
HA omg its so fun when you know a different language. Ask me what that means if you want.
4 comments:
hm, I'm trying to figure that out. All i can do is. I like _________ blog. I like ________ and the Its just, __ minus(?) ___ i don't ______ you a lot. Would you kindly fill in the blanks?.
Kidnappers. there are rednecks here. almost as scary. Well, my mom thinks that i should start walking home, the person i carpool with has a mom who sucks at driving. Its still really light out when go to school.
I want to sleep in everyday. i am not a morning person, i can not get up early, I can stay up super late though, my record is 5:54 a.m.(even though i get kind of drowsy and very very very high)
your not a sissy, if was velvety or whatever outside and there were dangerous french kidnappers i would probably sit down on the sidewalk and hope no one notices me, (probably not a good stragety)
Your right, Gmail won't stop too soon, even if everyone trips on skittles.
leddy Z is such a smart person. i am actually starting to have some good days. they involve stressed out subs and kids who just got out of suspension and good potatoes.
You are an awesome person. i love love love love love love love you! and i know that i can count on you.
Anthony's comment....?
Omg!! "A deep rich blue, one you'd want to be envoloped in if it were made of a soft liquid or something." Amazing writer!! I tell you! And who is the first comment from? Anyway, with your amazing skills at writing a kidnapper would be like OMG ITS AMELIA DIEHL, SHE HAS BODY GUARDS, RUN! so you are good :) we love you over here in "usa" hint hint *hides from ppl who stalk others by reading comments* But awesome amelia!!
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