I sit the seat of the plane with my headphones in. The child beside me starts to snore. I can't help but smile. America! I am finally going to America!
After a few long hours, I get dropped off in Coastal Lines Airport. I grab my bags and walk out of the plane. I look around for an account named Sherrie Tumbril.
I stand on my tiptoes and look for someone. A woman and a boy walk up to the front desk. "Hi. We were expecting someone on that plane." The woman says. "What was their name?" The helper asks. "Claire Callahan." The worker types down thing in on her computer. "I'm Claire Callahan..." I raise my hand slightly. The family looks at me weirdly. I give a small smile.
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I sit in the back seat of the small red car while I look at the window. America is so beautiful! I love the blue skies. I get interrupted from my daydream by the sound of doors opening.
I open my door. "Welcome home. Well...for 5 months." A boy around my age says as he rubs the back of his neck. I look at the house and my jaw drops. Woah...
I barely even get through the door when 4 boys jump up and and scream Bonjour. I laugh and say, "Bonjour messieurs . voulez-vous un bagel?" and add a smirk. "I have no idea what you said," a boy with red hair states. "That was the point." I laugh and walk upstairs to my new room.
All of the boys stay downstairs and wrestle, just like my sisters...except...but not for dolls. I walk into the guest bedroom and sit on the bed, huffing and inflating my cheeks. Mrs.Tumbril comes in and sits beside me.
"Need help?" She says putting her hand on one of my suitcases. I nod and laugh. We stand up and I take a few and she takes some also. We put clothes in my closet and dressers, shoes beside the closet, and my hats in a small cabinet.
We get to my last bag. "I got it Mrs. Tumbril," I give a smile and she walks out. I open the bag and something falls out. As soon and I bend down to get it the door slams open and 2 boys come rushing in.
I groan and shove what it was in my case and push the boys out, locking the door. I push m back up against it and pull out my drawing pad from my bag. I take a pencil from the nightstand beside my bed and open my pad.
I open the door. "Excuse me." I walk through and the small heels on my flat shoes click against the floor. I go out to the garden and sit under a tree. I grasp the pencil in my hands and let it flow on my paper. One line. A few circles. More lines. Curvy lines. Grass. Now birds, tress, and clouds.
I take the markers from my bag and look through my box. I find my pen and line my drawing then color. I color the trees green and brown. Same for the grass. The beautiful flowers surround my feet as I color their petals.
Now time for the girl sitting at the tree. Or me. I take the orange and start to color my hair. Now I take pink for my cheeks and shoes. Purple for pants and lips. I have on a Blue and Black sweater so I take those colors and color the shirt.
I look up. Someone is standing above me. "Ah!" I scream in a startled tone. My bag fall over and the stuff falls out of it. The boy bends down to help me pick it up.
Our hands touch and I pull mine away. My cheeks turn pink and he chuckles. "Here. The name is Xavier," he says and smiles. "I....I'm Claire," I say breathless.
He laughs and helps me stand. "Nice to meet you Claire. Well I have to go. Later." He starts to walk inside the Tumbril house and glances at me before he gets to the door.
I sigh and get my bag. "Claire. Claire! Oh there you are. Mom says it's time for dinner." Jason, the oldest son/the one my age, comes out and tells me. "Oh I-I'm not hungry..." I say to him and look down. I play with my sleeves. "Oh come on, 'Princess'," he smirks. I sneer and walk inside behind him.
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I sit at the table beside the youngest, Jean. I play with my food and the door opens. I look over and it's Mr. Tumbril. I smile and get out of my chair.
"Bonjour Mr.Tumbril." I give him a small wave. "Oh hello..." He cuts off. "Claire. The exchange student from France." He nods. "Ah. Well hello Miss Callahan."
I smile and sit back down. All of the kids come up and hug him. He smiles and hugs them back. I go back to playing with my food. They all go to their seats. "Are you going to eat that?" Jason asks me. "Help yourself." I say and scoot out.
I rush up to my room and take my cellphone. I close the door an lock it. I look for the S section in my contacts. "Shania...." I scroll through and find it. I call her.
A man's voice answers. "Um...hello. Is Shania Moore there?" I asks, slightly unsure. "Yes. I will get her for you." He covers the phone and tells her name. "SHANIA! SOMEONE IS ON THE PHONE FOR YOU!" He puts it back to his ear.
"Thank you." I say and wait.
