(I don't speak french. I used google translate😂)

(Your POV)

I sat in french class on a chilly Thursday.

I spent my entire life speaking both french and English but nobody outside of my family knows that. My mom was born in France and my Dad was born in Iowa and met my mom while visiting France.

It's not that I'm ashamed that I'm bilingual; I love it! It's just that I don't feel the need to tell people about it. When I do they always ask me to say stuff in french. It bothers me.

The reason I took french class was because I like learning about my heritage.

"Ms. (Your last name). You seem to never really contribute to our discussions, why don't you translate this sentence into french." Mr. Andrews, the rude french teacher called me out.

He wasn't wrong. I'm pretty shy during class and I never really speak much.

"Les arbres de la forêt étaient géniaux." I replied shyly. (The trees in the forest were great.)

"Wow, I'm impressed. Perfect translation and perfectly pronounced as well. Well done." He said.

"Thank you, sir." I replied.

The bell rang, and everyone began gathering their things to leave.

I grabbed my bag and started heading for the door trying to leave unnoticed.

"Hey wait up!" A boy called after me.

Damn.

I turned on my heel to face him.

"That was really cool. You're really good at french. How long have you been studying it for?" The boy asked.

"My mom's french. I grew up speaking it." I said, shyly, looking at my feet.

"That's cool. So, do you maybe want to sit with me and my friends at lunch today?" He asked.

What? That's it? Nothing about how it's weird that I'm taking french when I speak it fluently?

"I-I um-" I stuttered before he cut me off.

"You don't have to if you don't want to." He said quickly.

"No no. Thank you. I'd love to." I said with a smile.

"Awesome." He smiled.

We walked down the hall together.

"I'm Ethan by the way." He said, watching as he took each step.

"I'm Jessica." I replied.

"Ravi de vous rencontrer." He said, smiling. (Nice to meet you in french)