Prologue; Growing up with Dreams

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"I wanna go there someday!" Nelly said when she was 5.

"Can we go there, Mommy?" She said when she was 7.

"Can we please go, Mommy?" She said when she was 10.

Now I'm 12. I'm Nelly Pearings, and I want to go to Paris, France. A lot.

Just imagine seeing the Eiffel Tower at midnight. That would be beautiful. And sinking my teeth into delicious creme-filled eclairs. That would be delicious.

I write an entry in my diary about how much I want to go to Paris. It says, Dear Diary,

I very much want to go to Paris. Just imagine delicious food, beautiful museums, and new friends. I know it's overseas, and I know that it's a different time there, but I really want to go. This is my dream vacation. I want to ask to go. I really do. But, I almost can see that my mother will say no, because of finances. Wish me luck.

XOXOXO, Nelly

I close my diary and put it back under my mattress. I flop onto the couch in my huge room, and turn on my jet black flat-screen TV. The reason why my room is so big is because I live in a mansion.

I remember: What am I doing with my TV? I need my computer!

I stand up, and grab my laptop off my nightstand. I open Mozilla Firefox, and I type into the search box, Facts about Paris.

A lot of options pop up, and I click on one. There are quite some interesting facts on there. One is, Paris is the political, cultural, and intellectual capital of France, and is also the single-most visited city in the world.

Well, that's actually pretty interesting. The most commonly visited city in the world? Wow.

I know I love porcelain dolls, so I search for porcelain dolls in Paris. Lots of websites say that there are some doll stores there and some flea markets that have dolls in Paris.

Well, it's bedtime now. It's good to have some information about Paris. My mom LOVES dolls, so I might be able to trick her into letting me go to Paris.

Until then, it's bedtime. I get my pajamas on, set my alarm, turn my lamp off, and fall asleep on top of my blankets.

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