I sigh as I pack the rest of my clothing inside the big dark blue luggage I will be forced to drag around with me for the rest of the week. I look at my calendar first Monday of May. “Do you have to go Audrey?” whined my nine-year-old little brother David. I turn to him and give him a meek smile and nod, “yep, I have to. Mom and Dad have paid a lot for me to take pictures in France and that is what I’ll do.” He whimpered as he ran to me hugging me closely. I sigh and sit on my bed stroking his strawberry blonde hair. “Don’t worry lil’ bro. Before you know it it’ll be Saturday and I’ll be home.” I said, “w-what if you get in a plane crash! Then you won’t be home!” He cried squeezing my waist tighter. “Don’t leave”, he begged. “Hey! I am not going to die chill out Dave! I promise I’ll be home before you know it” “pinkie swear?” “Pinkie swear.”
Just like that he believed me and was on his way to play with the kids from across the street. To be honest I didn’t really want to go to France anyway; mostly because I’m struggling with my photography. My parents wouldn’t understand; I mean don’t get me wrong I love taking pictures and putting them up all over my room and bathroom. It’s just I haven’t taken that winning picture yet. The picture that I will put up on my classroom wall like everyone else sure I have taken a lot of decent and maybe even good pictures, but I have failed to find something truly beautiful. I have tried everything: flowers, the sky, the woods, balloons, even taken pictures of me. I just can’t find it. I was hoping on this trip I will find something, that one special magnificently beautiful thing.
I stared out the plane window ignoring the roars of the people by putting my headphones on. We were off to France. I bid my good-byes to California; to America. I decided to just close my eyes and rest the rest of the flight. I awoke to the pilot speaking over the intercom, saying something like ‘we’re about to land welcome to France blah blah blah’ I was still groggy and tired when we landed. My short hair a disaster I don’t know why it got that way because I don’t move much in my sleep, so I put my signature black hat over my hideous bed hair. We all exited the plane within twenty to thirty minutes.
“Oh my god Finally!” My best friend Karen said. To be honest I was always really jealous of Karen; not only is she really nice she never has a bad hair day. Plus she is super popular with- well, everyone!
Perfect auburn curly hair and hazel eyes tall with snow flake skin. No freckles, she is skinny but has meat on her bones. She was flawless, and I? Well, I am just a pale skinny flat chested Amazon. “Hey Karen, how was the flight?” I ask, “Long and Boring!” She complained making me smile and laugh. “Whatever” I tease and nudge her with my elbow. She rolled her eyes at me and continued to walk. “I cannot believe we’re in France!” She cried. “That’s the only reason you liked photography Karen, you could give two cares for it.” I said and she shoved me. “Shut up!” she squealed laughing. I caught my balance and readjusted my hat on my head and scoffed “It’s true Karen and you know it” She shrugged and said ‘Okay okay you got me, but whatever. We are in France!” She cheered, I rolled my eyes and we continued to walk. I looked around at the perfection of this place. I mean I lived in Europe before when I was a kid, but I only lived in the UK and we moved after I got into ninth grade.
We got to our hotel and me, Karen and a few other good friends of ours got lucky enough to have a room with a balcony and a view. After that we all got to spread out and look at the city. Of course Karen followed me around so did Rosalette one of our bunk mates. We found a waterfall to hang out by after an hour of walking shopping and many other activities I preferred not to participate in.
I was holding my camera in a tight grip taking pictures of a few things but getting frustrated when they came out terrible. I then herd a bunch of screaming girl and cheers so loud it might’ve busted my ear drum. I got quite curious though. I walked over to where I herd all the commotion and saw a bunch of girls swarming around something. I got a closer look by stepping in with the insane crowd succeeding not to get trampled. I looked up seeing a small stage. Probably of famous people I guessed. I stepped in closer and closer squeezing threw the crowd. I scanned the faces on the stage and my eyes widen. One Direction, I didn’t know they were here. If they were that means Liam was too—I looked around, but he wasn’t that hard to spot. There he was Liam James Payne.
