Shell

“We walked over to the soldiers and tried to act natural. Well,
as natural as we can act after a ride like that.
“Hey, what’s up?” Fran shouted.
I looked at her in despair. The guys just looked at us
completely confused.
“What my friend meant was ‘Hello, how are you.’” They all
just gave me a weary look.
I had to think of a quick line. “She’s Scottish,” I whispered.”
― Sophie Wilkinson, The Beginning

“Hi, Francis, or do you prefer Fran?” She sipped at her
milkshake through a straw. She reminded me of a chipmunk after
eating way too much sugar. Not that I know what that looks like
or anything.”
― Sophie Wilkinson

“Ladies, bonjour. My name’s Madame Fi-Fi.” Her French
accent was thick, and I could hardly understand a word she was
saying. “Welcome to the Gay Paris.”
We both sniggered under our breaths, immature I know;
Madame Fi-Fi gave us a stern look.
“You are the new dancers?” she asked, sounding pretty
disappointed. “You looked taller in your pictures”
“Erm…” Fran smiled. “We were wearing high heels.” Fran got
on her tiptoes and fell over and knocked over a coatrack.
Great first impressions.”
― Sophie Wilkinson, The Beginning

“Ok,
so lastly all we needed to do was to dodge the stage; no way on
planet Earth was I going to get up on that stage dressed as a
human ostrich and dance. Ever.”
― Sophie Wilkinson, The Beginning