Enchanted

Chapter 1: Getaway

I hate small towns, says every single person from a small town. Understandable obviously, because it sucks. Everyone knows everybody, and everybody knows all your shit. The only people that genuinely like it are the ones peaking in high school, which I for one, am not planning on.

"Are you still not done packing?" Dakota says without looking away from her Ipad.

I look over at my younger sister and resist the urge not to chuck my jeans at her, they're my favorite and I don't want her grubby hands on them.

"It's not that hard to mind your own business, you know, I do it all the time. Look, see how I'm not asking you how your Roblox addiction is going because it's not about me? Oh wait."

Dakota is my eleven year old younger sister, who I sadly share a room with. That girl has a literal addiction to Roblox it's concerning, I should probably set a timer on that nasty IPad.

"I'm not the one leaving for France in the next two hours." She says and then proceeds to stick her hands in a bowl full of candy. Now I can see why the IPad looks sticky.

"I'm almost done, I'm just finishing up my clothes, and if I were you, I wouldn't argue with me, I know you're gonna miss me for the next two weeks."

Europe, France, my chance to get away from everything I know, even if it's just for a short amount of time. It's probably not gonna be everything I expect it to be, but it's somewhere away from here, and I would rather be anywhere away from here.

"I'm gonna have my own room, I'm excited that you're leaving." She states and starts getting up to use the bathroom.

Brat.

I sigh and finish putting my clothes away in the small suitcase, how I fit all my clothes in there, I have no clue. I'm bringing another bag with all my other essentials and everything else.

I still have no idea how I got a scholarship to go on this trip. Every two years, 40 students from all over the state get a chance to go to France. I entered thinking that I wouldn't get in, but somehow my essay worked. I don't know what I would've done without this opportunity. It's gonna be the trip of a lifetime, maybe I'll fall for some French guy, and finally get my first kiss. Okay, maybe I'm reaching it'll only be two weeks but still, eighteen years and I've never even been in the talking stage. It's brutal out here.

I put all my stuff together and check the time on my phone. My flight leaves at 5 PM and it's 1 right now, so if I leave in an hour I can get there a couple hours early.

"Mom! Dad! I'm almost ready to leave!"

I close my suitcases and bag up and start getting up. I look around and it hurts, hurts that this is my real life and France isn't. I wish I were rich enough to be able to go and live at all these fancy places, or be able to spend money on clothes without having to think twice about it. At least I can enjoy the next two weeks, but then I have to come back. On the bright side, I don't have to work anytime soon.

I pick up the bags and start heading downstairs and my parents are there waiting. I'm kind of scared to be leaving them, and going alone, but I need this.

"Ready?" My mom asks with tears in her eyes while my dad is just standing there with hardly any emotion on his face.

"Mom, it's only two weeks you don't have to cry." I say while giving her a hug. She's always been very emotional, unlike my dad.

"I know, I know, I'm just gonna miss you." She says while wiping tears off her face.

"Alright, are we ready to rock and roll?"

My dad has the worst timing I swear.

"Yes dad, let's go." I say while grabbing one of my suitcases.

I look back again at my house, and I have never been so happy to leave a place. I'm not ungrateful I just need to live for once.