Silver Soul

The Perfect Girl

France 1963,

I was looking outside the car window admiring the beautiful landscapes that surrounded the mini town I was moving in. The view was incredible to look at, but I didn't want to compare this town to the one back home in America. My father the one that made us move owns the largest farm and produces the biggest life stock in France.

At first my family was well off with money, we still are but with both world wars happened it was hard for father to travel back and forth from Europe to the U.S. We barely saw him and this year surprising was the hardest year the farm ever went through. So we had to choose to move to France this year it was far too hard for my Father (Travis Blanchet) to handle this on his own.

I have two older siblings, my older sister Lizbeth Blanchet that didn't moved with us. Lizbeth is the oldest and educated enough to care for herself. And then I have my brother Sebastian Blanchet that had no idea how to care for himself because of my mother baby treatment towards him. Now finally me Anne Boleyn Blanchet the youngest. People loved my name, I was named after the beheaded queen of England she was known for her beautiful looks.

From being inside of my mental thoughts I didn't realize that the car was parked outside of a large white two floor house. It looked old but well kept enough to look vintage. I got out of the red car with luggage tied from the top. I looked around the neighborhood it was quite a little boring because of the cloudy sky.

"Hey dad wants us to walk to our new school so we won't get lost on our first day" annoyingly said Sebastian.
I shook my head as a response,I rarely talked to Sebastian we are just too different people. He was tall with brown wavy hair and hazel eyes almost green if you wanted to be more specific. His skins was clear and smooth he liked to take care of himself and I admire him for that. Sebastian was also fit for a boy his age he loved football back in America that's what he did and talked about 24/7,he was also popular at his old school and I've seen him a time or two with different girls but I didn't like to judge him he was handsome and he took advantage of that.

And me Im short with wavy hair just like my brother,but I had light brown eyes and brown hair. I had big puppie dog eyes that Sebastian liked to make fun of. I had my group of friends back home but I wasn't as popular as my brother. Sebastian never liked me hanging around his friends after one of his team member tried to ask me out. I didn't like the boy back,and it drew apart there friendship.

As we were walking I made a mental map of the streets to remember the directions. The school was only ten minutes away from the new house. I looked up at the school gates and next to the entrance said the schools name "Voltaire High" I said out loud. My brother walked closer to me to see the metal frame that was stuck on the wall.

"Opened since 1898" God this is a really let down of a school it looks old. Said Sebastian again annoyingly.
Our old school was definitely better and newer but we have no other choice Sebastian.I looked at him with sorry eyes.
He looked visibly angry,Sebastian was always mad no matter what day or holiday it was.
"I should've just stayed home" he said
"Dad would never let you stay by yourself and plus you have one more year of school before you graduate". I said defending my dad's word.
"And you Anne Boleyn have two more years" he openly mocked me for something I couldn't control. "We should start hiding home it's getting dark." I reminded him.

The way back from school was uncomfortably quite as always. We both walked into the big house our jaws almost hit the floor. Inside of the house was beautiful,it had a sun ruff and large windows that you could see the backyard with a pool! I ran up to the rooms and picked the room with the balcony. Sebastian was upset but I called it first.

Box's were coming in early and I was happy i could make this room my own now. I had a love hate relationship with the situation. It was nice to start over,to be a better person,to have better looking room and hopefully better friends.

As I was getting ready for bed I heard a knock from my door and a familiar voice of my dad asking if he could come in.
"How are you holding up" my dad asking while lining against the door.
It's okay better then I expected for sure. I responded back with wide eyes.
"Im happy you're looking at this new change in a good way honey"
Let me guess,Sebastian is giving you a hard time. I looked at him with a sympathetic look.
He breathes heavily " what's new with him anymore" he looked stressed out.
I got up from my bed that I was setting on and gave my father a long hug before telling him.
"Thank you for this opportunity daddy"
He looks relief that at least one of his children is grateful.

"Before I live I needed to talk to you about this new school"
I nodded at him to make sure he knows I'm listening
"This is we're I grew up and I went to the same school, I could've sighed you up for the private all girls school but I wanted you to have a better education then what they teach in a all girls school. You have a brilliant mind and I want you to use it".
I smiled at him again to reinsure that I'm paying attention
"This year is different though the school is finally allowing both genders intend class together. And I know this isn't new to you since back in the U.S is common,so if there's any judgement from a boy or teacher you have to let go of the situation do you understand"?
I was shocked if I was already nervous to start a new school now I have to go to school where they are not used to having girls in classrooms.
My dad looked at me and rubbed my arm.
"It'll be okay honey, also don't tell anyone about our family we're kinda popular in this town and I don't want extra eyes on you"

My father left my room and I was left alone with my thoughts again. School starts tomorrow and I got told all of this last minute. My mind went straight on my question of what I was going to wear for my first day. I started ripping boxes of clothes and finally I had my closet on my floor. I was getting frustrated so I decided to take a smoke break outside my balcony. I was admiring the beautiful look of darkness, outside was chilly but chilly enough to handle the cold breeze.I scanned the neighborhood again but from this distance and I see peoples houses from inside it was interesting to me how people have different types of house decor it amuses me somehow.

I was going to go back inside when I looked down at the house across the street,I saw my brother shaking hands with another boy with dirty blonde curly esh hair. He was taller than Sebastian,they were laughing about something. How can we only be here for four hours and my brother is already making friends. He always had good luck on making friends easily.
The boy took notice of me and pushed his glasses up to take a better look.
"Who's that" he asked my brother
Sebastian looked up and rolled his eyes at me. Oh she's just my younger sister she's starting school with us too.
The boy just hummed and turned his attention back to Sebastian.

I decided to go back inside my room to leave the boys alone. I looked at my floor filled with outfits, I got tired right away but I hated leaving my room a mess so I just started to fold the clothes and leaving them on the floor organized.

After what seemed hours of folding clothes I wanted to get some good rest for tomorrow. My nervous went through the roof when I thought about boys. What if they weren't nice to us girls how many girls will they be,what if I'm the only girl in rolled. My stomach turned I hated this feeling. I looked through the box's I was looking for the only thing that would help me relax. As I read the words (fragile) I felt a smirk coming in.
I took out my record player of the box and placed it on my vanity and opened my balcony doors. I placed all of my vinyl records on my bed. I was looking through all the artists names until one name lid up Ritchie Valens. I took the vinyl out carefully and let the music play.

As (Donna) was playing my nerves flew away. I thought to myself would I ever meet someone and actually fall in love with them like Ritchie did with Donna? I would die if a boy ever wrote a song about me. Then I had the curiosity of walking back outside. I pocked my head out first to see if the boys were gone. When I saw the empty street I took out my cigarettes from my bag and lit one up. Then I heard a little sound from the house across the street.
"Psst"
I turned my head to the same boy that was talking to my brother.he was also on his balcony listening to my music
"Can I have one"
I nodded at him and threw the pack of cigarettes
"Can I take two"the boy asked
I nodded again
He then threw the packet back.
I had finished my cigarette so I went back inside without saying a word to the boy.