Stories Told In French Class

Hello peoples!  

Remember a long, long time ago when I wrote the post about my french teacher?  It was titled, Once Upon a Time in French Class..., and because I am the kind person I am, I have thoughtfully provided a link here.  To sum up that entire post, my grade 10 French teacher told the class why he wasn't here last day.  He told us about how much he loved his daughter...all the things he would do for her...and because my relationship with my dad had been...questionable...I teared up and wrote a post on it.  

Aaaanyways...the last day of school before spring break, I had french class.  Except I have a different teacher this year...aaand I'm straying from the point.

What Would You Do...?

So...I think this will be a fairly short post...let's see if I'm right.

I have a question...if you've known someone for a long time...someone who you claim to care deeply for...in an argument, would you...

Okay, nevermind...scratch that...let's try this again...

Allow me to set up a scenario...

There are two people sitting in the living room really late at night.  One on the couch (Person #1), and the other on the floor (Person #2).

Review: House Arrest by K.A. Holt

Read: Nov. 24-30, 2015
Rating: 3 of 5 stars
Pages: 304
Genres: Realistic fiction, poetry, health, family

Synopsis from Goodreads:

Stealing is bad.
Yeah.
I know.
But my brother Levi is always so sick, and his medicine is always so expensive.

I didn’t think anyone would notice,
if I took that credit card,
if, in one stolen second,
I bought Levi’s medicine.

But someone did notice.
Now I have to prove I’m not a delinquent, I’m not a total bonehead.

That one quick second turned into
juvie
a judge
a year of house arrest,
a year of this court-ordered journal,
a year to avoid messing up
and being sent back to juvie
so fast my head will spin.

It’s only 1 year.
Only 52 weeks.
Only 365 days.
Only 8,760 hours.
Only 525,600 minutes.

What could go wrong?"