Translate the following sentences to English and circle the prepositions.
1. Richard était debout sous l'arbre.
I stared at the same question for almost half an hour. How was I to know which one is a preposition? I couldn't even understand the stupid sentence for crying out loud. Groaning, I set my book aside and lean back on the chair, looking up at the ceiling. A sigh escaped my lips and I shut my eyes.
"Maybe I should go to the store and grab myself something."
Saying so to myself, I stood up and stretched myself in the most un-ladylike way ever. Grabbing my pants, I struggle to put it on while skipping all over my room when there's a knock on my door. I scream "coming" and continue with my dance when the door fly open stopping me in my place. The ass must have heard 'coming' as 'come in'.
urgh!
"Uh. Am I disturbing you?" Adrien asks raising a brow not feeling embarrassed at all seeing a girl getting dressed up. Thank the lords I had my shorts on. I just stare at him.
I mean hello? Who ignored me all these days? Why should I respond to him!?
"You going out somewhere?" He asked. I sigh and turn to face him completely, once I've successfully put on my pants.
"Just to the store," I say coldly.
"Oh. Uh well. Well, then I'll come by later." He says almost stammering. The fuck is he getting all flustered for?
"It's fine. Just get on with it. I've time to hear whatever you gotta say."
Adrien walked inside shutting the door behind him and leaned on it. I sat on top of my study table once I stack my open books aside. The room grew silent. Neither spoke a word.
"So." I start.
Adrien scratches the back of his head still not looking at me.
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