Apple Sauce Kisses
Kindergarten
"Mommy I don't want to go to kindergarten I won't know anybody," Esmee cried out in French.
"Relax mi cherri, you'll be fine," her mother said smoothing out her frizzy curly hair. Walking to the classroom was the hardest part of the day that Esmee had to go through. Her family had moved here a few months ago.
Esmee could speak perfect English but she didn't like speaking it because it felt weird coming out of her mouth.
I had just finished typing the first paragraph of the first chapter of my book. My dad would be so proud of me. Of course my mother is to but my dad was the writer. I guess I better introduce my self, I am Esmee Evangeline Emerson, I am the youngest of four children. My sisters, Evonna Patricia Emerson, Emblyn Victoria Emerson, and Estee Lucille Emerson.
As you can see my parents had a thing for E's. I found it funny. My sisters and I have completely different jobs. I'm the writer, Evonna is a singer, Emblyn owns her own cafe, and Estee is a snowboarder. Yep we have one weird ass family. On top of speaking English we speak French when we are all together.
I actually am sitting on a plane getting ready to go to aspen with my sister and watch her compete.
"Please fasten you seat belts we are planning to land shortly, thank you," a voice said over the intercom. I fastened my seat belt and took a deep breathe. I was scared of planes once I was up in the air I was fine but landing and take off sucked. When we landed I was on my way to the door when I ran into somebody.
"Oui I am so sorry pardon me," I said. I still have my accent because I spent most of my collage career in France.
"Soeur, il est si bon de vous voir," I heard my older siblings call. I turned and smiled. Evonna and Emblyn arrived a day before me. I looked at each of them they all looked exactly ho I remembered them except Emblyn.
"Ce qui vous a fait à vos cheveux," I asked gripping her arms.
"Rien rien que j'ai juste voulu faire quelque chose de différent," she said looking at her feet. Of all of us I am the most mature, I am the mother hen.
"It looks beautiful I love it," I said playing with her now blond hair.
"Relax mi cherri, you'll be fine," her mother said smoothing out her frizzy curly hair. Walking to the classroom was the hardest part of the day that Esmee had to go through. Her family had moved here a few months ago.
Esmee could speak perfect English but she didn't like speaking it because it felt weird coming out of her mouth.
I had just finished typing the first paragraph of the first chapter of my book. My dad would be so proud of me. Of course my mother is to but my dad was the writer. I guess I better introduce my self, I am Esmee Evangeline Emerson, I am the youngest of four children. My sisters, Evonna Patricia Emerson, Emblyn Victoria Emerson, and Estee Lucille Emerson.
As you can see my parents had a thing for E's. I found it funny. My sisters and I have completely different jobs. I'm the writer, Evonna is a singer, Emblyn owns her own cafe, and Estee is a snowboarder. Yep we have one weird ass family. On top of speaking English we speak French when we are all together.
I actually am sitting on a plane getting ready to go to aspen with my sister and watch her compete.
"Please fasten you seat belts we are planning to land shortly, thank you," a voice said over the intercom. I fastened my seat belt and took a deep breathe. I was scared of planes once I was up in the air I was fine but landing and take off sucked. When we landed I was on my way to the door when I ran into somebody.
"Oui I am so sorry pardon me," I said. I still have my accent because I spent most of my collage career in France.
"Soeur, il est si bon de vous voir," I heard my older siblings call. I turned and smiled. Evonna and Emblyn arrived a day before me. I looked at each of them they all looked exactly ho I remembered them except Emblyn.
"Ce qui vous a fait à vos cheveux," I asked gripping her arms.
"Rien rien que j'ai juste voulu faire quelque chose de différent," she said looking at her feet. Of all of us I am the most mature, I am the mother hen.
"It looks beautiful I love it," I said playing with her now blond hair.
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I can't speck French so i used babble fish so pardon if the translations aren't rightNothing only I just wanted to do something of différent=Rien rien que j'ai juste voulu faire quelque chose de différent
Sister, it is so good to see you=Soeur, il est si bon de vous voir
What did you do to your hair=ce qui vous a fait à vos cheveux