Catherine's luck, chapter 1
Catherine, as we'll find out, is the principal character of our story.
She speaks French, lives in Canada and loves Green Day.
Less blindly than before, but still.
As we're talking, she sits in English class.
Bored. Desensitized. {So go ahead and kill yourselves, it all amuses me...}
The teacher teaches grammar lessons to her group of French Québécois.
She's about to fall asleep...fortunately, she doesn't.
We're Friday, 3rd period and Catherine's sitting still, looking at her English teacher. She knows how to conjugate 'to walk' at the simple present... So she doesn't feel like listening at all. Her head leaning on her hand, about to fall off the desk, she looks in the corridor. Some friends walk by, some strangers also... But no one thinks of looking at her, or waving a hand... Her class' in the corner, we almost can't see it from the corridor...
Five or six minutes later, as she's seriously thinking of falling asleep, a tall blond man turns the corner. He walks rapidly so by the time she lifts her head, he's passed. Mike Dirnt.
*I know this is damn stupid... Why would he be in my school in the first place?*
What Cath's forgetting is that they play a show at Ottawa tonight. A show she's also going to. She's thinking really fast and the first thing that comes to her mind seems the brightest.
"Madame Martin! I need to go to the washroom!" she screams, interrupting the teacher's explanations. Her hand in the air moving quickly from left to right.
'Madame' Martin, stunned with surprise, shakes her head in a sign that means she can go. *Anytime, when you have that look on your face, it means you really have to go to the washroom!* she thinks. Catherine goes up quickly, hitting the desk with her hip. Some people laugh but who would care right now?
*Idiots...,* she thinks quickly, with a smile. *You can't even conjugate 'to walk'...*
She starts running after the man, yet carefully. She wouldn't want to win a detention in addition...
"Hey! C'est quoi ton nom?" (That means : What's your name?)
Catherine decided to talk in French first so to see if the man could answer. If he couldn't, it would be Mike for sure... Or almost.
"Uh..."
*YES!* thinks Cath. *It means he talks English... One point for me!*
"Ah... Sorry...", she answers, "I meant: What is your name?"
She's now walking beside him. The corridor is empty, and that's okay. After a few seconds, the man answers, grinning. "To run out of your classroom to ask me my name just like you did means you may well know it..."
"True..." she adds as she becomes red. "Well, Mike, I really love what you and the rest of the band do and..."
But somebody interrupted her.
She speaks French, lives in Canada and loves Green Day.
Less blindly than before, but still.
As we're talking, she sits in English class.
Bored. Desensitized. {So go ahead and kill yourselves, it all amuses me...}
The teacher teaches grammar lessons to her group of French Québécois.
She's about to fall asleep...fortunately, she doesn't.
We're Friday, 3rd period and Catherine's sitting still, looking at her English teacher. She knows how to conjugate 'to walk' at the simple present... So she doesn't feel like listening at all. Her head leaning on her hand, about to fall off the desk, she looks in the corridor. Some friends walk by, some strangers also... But no one thinks of looking at her, or waving a hand... Her class' in the corner, we almost can't see it from the corridor...
Five or six minutes later, as she's seriously thinking of falling asleep, a tall blond man turns the corner. He walks rapidly so by the time she lifts her head, he's passed. Mike Dirnt.
*I know this is damn stupid... Why would he be in my school in the first place?*
What Cath's forgetting is that they play a show at Ottawa tonight. A show she's also going to. She's thinking really fast and the first thing that comes to her mind seems the brightest.
"Madame Martin! I need to go to the washroom!" she screams, interrupting the teacher's explanations. Her hand in the air moving quickly from left to right.
'Madame' Martin, stunned with surprise, shakes her head in a sign that means she can go. *Anytime, when you have that look on your face, it means you really have to go to the washroom!* she thinks. Catherine goes up quickly, hitting the desk with her hip. Some people laugh but who would care right now?
*Idiots...,* she thinks quickly, with a smile. *You can't even conjugate 'to walk'...*
She starts running after the man, yet carefully. She wouldn't want to win a detention in addition...
"Hey! C'est quoi ton nom?" (That means : What's your name?)
Catherine decided to talk in French first so to see if the man could answer. If he couldn't, it would be Mike for sure... Or almost.
"Uh..."
*YES!* thinks Cath. *It means he talks English... One point for me!*
"Ah... Sorry...", she answers, "I meant: What is your name?"
She's now walking beside him. The corridor is empty, and that's okay. After a few seconds, the man answers, grinning. "To run out of your classroom to ask me my name just like you did means you may well know it..."
"True..." she adds as she becomes red. "Well, Mike, I really love what you and the rest of the band do and..."
But somebody interrupted her.
