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Mathilde is a normal teenage girl living in the south of France, she lives in the countryside, not many people know about the town she lives in, a quiet place you might say. Anyway, any girl her age would dream of being a rockstar, a model or even an athlete. But not Mathilde, she is, well, let's be honest. SHES WEIRD. Not in the sense that she wants to become frankenstein, but in the sense that that's what people at school call her. I don't think she's weird, you see, Mathilde doesn't want the normal stuff, a life or fame, men who come and go, no no, she wants to be a writer, an author, whatever you want to say, anything to do with writing, she wants it. "COME DOWN FOR DINNER" her mom screams. "COMING" she yells back. 'I wonder what we're having for dinner' she asks herself. "What are we having ?" Hoping for a good response, "quiche and salad." She scoffs, "was that a huff I just heard ?" "No, I was just breathing really heavily". She looks at her mum smiling. Generally, Mathilde has a great relationship with her mother, but sometimes they fight like any mother and daughter. As she sets the table, she wonders what she's gunna do tomorrow. "Right, TOUT LE MONDE A TABLE." Even tho her parents are both very much British, they've spent more time living in France then in England, so they tend to use very French expressions. The phrase 'a table' means everyone come to the table. As she digs into her quiche, her mom says "guys, we have some great news." Me and my brother look at each other eyes wide open thinking the same thing. SHES PREGNANT ?!?! Oh yeah I forgot to mention that, she also has a brother called Léon. "Today, I booked are spot on your guys favourite camping site !" A sigh of relief comes out of me and my brothers mouths, I hate how parents always do that, they'll call you down sounding like someone's being murdered in the kitchen, but in reality they just need you to take the bins out. "That's so cool mom." We say at the same time. "IS THAT IT ?!?! I WORED ALL DAY TRYING TO GET US A SPOT AND ALL I GET IS A 'THATS COOL MOM' ?!?!?" Me and my brother look at each other scared of what's about to come out of my mother's mouth. " YOU KNOW WHAT, ME AND YOUR FATHER WORK DAY IN DAY OUT FOR YOU LITTLE SHITS AND ALL YOU DO IS SIGH AND SAY 'yeah, that's cool mom' IVE HAD ENOUGH OF IT" She take a deep breath and says " Sorry mum didn't want it to sound like that, I meant it's like soooo cool that you did that, but where are we going ?" I say glancing over at my brother smiling as I see him mouth 'polish your halo' my mum says this : " We're going to Biscarrosse"