Miette's Pov.

My family is French, as am I. I've lived over here in America for 4 years now. It is not as beautiful as my homeland of France. Now my background, it's very noble. I come from one of ze wealthiest families in France, the Le Fleur's. However, I have been brought up to not take my background for granted, to work hard for what I want, to treat others with respect. Since very few students at the school can actually understand me when I speak French, English is the tongue I use out in public. However, for those who do understand my mother tongue, friendship with me can become much easier. Serena Yvonne, one of the first friends I made in America. She can understand me perfectly since she's fluent in French, being from Quebec in Canada. She is also fluent in English because she's Canadian. So, how do I fit into all of this? Well, my parents are a part of the same country club as Ursula's parents. Me and Ursula are not friends but not enemies either.... yet.

Today is the day of one of the most famous events of the largest country club in the state. One that celebrates the foundation of the country club. It is one of those events where the wealthy business people across America and other nations gather, try to make deals with each other, get support for projects. My parents have of course made me participate in the event since we are one of the leading families of the club. My parents want to me recite several famous pieces of French literature, which isn't the worst thing in the world for me, I could be serving people, like certain others.

It was to be a long afternoon. I gave the speeches and recited all that was necessary. Now we are at the end of the afternoon, ready for the events of the evening. It is now time for me to put my plan into action. The thing is this isn't just for Serena, it's for my own family too. You see my family only invited Ursula's family out of necessity and goodwill. We hate their family bitterly. Being bisexual too hasn't been easy and her family is very homophobic and abusive towards me. Then there's the fact her family is German. Normally, the average German family would be quick to apologise for the atrocities in World War 2 (not that the average modern German has any right to be blamed for the events). Well, her family seems to take exception, I have no idea of whether they are Neo-Nazis or some other fucked up ideology but they definitely hate the nation of France. Let me be even clearer about the hatred they have for us, the French people. They view us as cowards, assholes, selfish and evil bastards who wanted to destroy their nation. My 'arrière-grand-père' fought against the Germans in World War 2. In fact, both did, quite a lot of my family were involved in the war effort. Ursula's family were prominent in the aristocracy at the time and fought in the war. It was during the war that they looted the villages where my great grandparents lived, took all the wealth away, raped the locals and then once they were done with their dirty work, *bang* shot to death and left to rot. There are other atrocities they did to my family too, many more, but I, like much of my family, wish to not bring that detail up too often.

Anyways, now we are in the wine cellar of the club. My plan was to spike Ursula's drink and then eventually spilling the wine by 'accident'. I pick up the drinks and deliver them to the guests. Ursula was one of the first to take the drinks. My issue, she didn't take the one that was spiked. However, that wasn't the end of the world, since her father took the spiked one. What happened from there, was something I really didn't plan. Ursula ended up spilling her drink on another young guest, another younger female, and she puked on her which made the situation funnier because that guest ended up having a fight with her, partly because her dress had been ruined. The whole dining room ended up in a disaster because of the guests not getting along. It was funny to see how Ursula was getting her ass handed to her by another woman. The problems lasted for a couple of hours.

It was around midnight when most of the guests had either departed or headed to their rooms for some rest. I was in the wine cellar once more, cleaning up after the guests who had come down here. I heard a noise from the other end of the cellar, I went to take a look. Burning notes everywhere. I found it hard to understand what was going on here. All that I know, was one moment I was conscious and the next moment I was knocked unconscious in the end room of the cellar. I knew who it was, Ursula. Fortunately for me, however, a guest had decided to come down to the cellar and saw that there was smoke coming from the area. The guest didn't state their name and being honest I was knocked out so I had no way of knowing who they were. 

It was to be a few days later that I plotted my revenge on Ursula once again. She had tried to get me killed. My plan is to push a situation where Ursula is forced into the eye of the public, and for her to screw herself over, by falling for shady practices. This to the average person would be rather strange, but I knew how to achieve what I wanted. If I could expose her for being linked to a group in Germany that their government do not approve of, then I can make her and her family push themselves into a corner.

Once again, stuff isn't going to plan. Haven't seen her today, although I have another idea. I did some research into her family history and interestingly enough, her family has links to an arms dealer for drug cartels in South America and Asia. It may seem to be a stretch to accuse her and her family of links. Well, that's wrong. I did my research, I know what I found and I've checked over all the evidence.

Strangely, my revenge on Ursula didn't come from that either. Her luck was so terrible that first, birds that were flying, decided that they would use her as their personal toilet and so dropped their loads upon her. Since it was raining as well, the vehicles on the road and other people were able to splash the standing water onto her, which completely soaked her. To add to her issues, she walked straight into a post that was in the middle of the street. She also had the bad luck of falling over into the muddy fields. So, ironically, karma caught up to her in the most unexpected ways possible. Not that anyone would really complain to be honest. I had suffered just as much as others when it came to Ursula. I didn't know what she wanted, but it wasn't good. 

I sat in my room later on in the day, I realised what Ursula wants is obvious. She wants Ash Ketchum, the most attractive guy in the year, I personally had feelings for him at one point but I knew Serena had the biggest crush out of anyone, on him. I grew over my feelings because I'm her friend, she deserves Ash. She doesn't want to get rid of people from her life, she always looks out for everyone. In many ways she resembles Ash, the two are perfect for each other. Ursula believes everything should go her away, everyone should follow what she does. Ursula believes that Ash should just love her. But she's a bitch. She fails to understand that she is a bully. Maybe she understands she's a bitch, but for sure she doesn't know how to be a decent human being. Ash is way out of her league, in addition to the fact that, since I've known him for so many years now, I know that he would not go for her because she's not respectful to others.

Maybe one day Serena, will grow the confidence to tell Ash she feels. All I know is that I must be ready along with others, to stop Ursula from getting with Ash. Because she is likely a money-grabbing whore. 

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Very short chapter this time. I honestly, wanted this to be longer but because of writer's block I couldn't. I think when it comes to characters like Ash and Serena, it is much easier to go really long on chapters. So from time to time, these chapters will be short and more of a plot filler.