Lighting up the darkness

Chapter seventeen "Paris"

I woke up to Ms. Thompson’s voice. 

“Iz, wake up. You are going to miss breakfast.”

“It’s fine, I don’t care.” I mumbled and pulled the covers over my head. 

“I care.” She pulled the covers off me.

“I hate you.” I groaned, sitting up on the bed and eyed her. 

“Well, good morning to you too.” She smiled. 

“Yeah, yeah, good morning.” I watched as she tucked her t-shirt in her jeans. I stretched, got up, took my clothes for the day and went in the bathroom to get ready.

I walked out and grabbed my jacket and she eyed me. 

“You are going to freeze, don’t you have a warmer jacket?” I shook my head no. “You can take mine, I’ve brought two.” 

“No, it’s fine, thanks.” 

“Isabella.” She used a stern tone. 

“Okay, okay, I’ll take it.” She handed it to me, and I wore it, it was so warm and comfy. I hadn’t bought a jacket in three years and mine barely fit me anymore. Good and warm jackets are so expensive and I haven’t been able to find anything at the thrift store. “Thank you.” I smiled and she nodded. 

She wore a long black coat and my mouth hung open, she looked incredible. She noticed and smiled. We went to get breakfast and then gathered in front of the hotel to get on the bus. We were going to Louvre. I love art, so I was super excited for it. 

The museum was incredible and the statues, especially the Greek ones were breathtaking. The church paintings part was a little boring though, but right after we saw the Mona Lisa. I don’t get the hype over her. I mean sure, the perspective is interesting, but there are a lot of other incredible paintings as well. 

I walked up to Ms. Thompson that was looking at a painting. 

“Hey, are you enjoying Louvre?’ She asked me. 

“Yes, it’s been great so far, the paintings are incredible.” 

“Have you seen the massacres at Chios painting?” 

“No.” 

“Come on.” She nudged my arm and I followed. The painting was nice but somewhat disturbing. She started telling me what it was all about and I listened to her carefully. I was lowkey impressed that she knew all these. She led me to another painting that was based on Greek history and also told me it’s story. 

“Wow, it’s impressive how much you know about Greek history.” 

“I know a lot about history in general, it’s just that Greek history is my favorite.”

“Is it?” 

“Yeah! There so many interesting things about ancient Greece and so many fascinating myths. Modern history is kind of sad though.”

“Is it part of the teacher job to know all these things or is it like a hobby?” 

“A bit of both, I guess.” She smiled. I walked with her through the paintings, and she knew most of them. 

I was bummed when we had to leave. I wish I could stay here all day.

“Come on, we need to get going.” We met the rest of the students and got on the bus, we would be going to the Eiffel tower.

We had a guided tour, and it was great, except from the cold. I was freezing up there. 

“Wasn’t I right about taking my jacket?” Ms. Thompson said with a smug smile.