California

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I imagined me and my family living in a mansion, next to the president. All of a sudden my dream died, mostly because the president definitely does not live in California. Out of nowhere a shiny black car with green flames raced faster than a cheetah. It all happened so suddenly before I new it I was lying in a hospital bed staring at the blank white celing. I could here voices mumbling out side of my door. A doctor walked in with my...........grandma. But, that was impossible my grandma lived in France?" Hello, my name is Dr. Clyde of the fran'ce hospital. You must be tired after your long journey from California to the wonderful town of paris". I tried to speak but my mouth felt like hinges were clinging my  mouth closed. O wait that must be what this is." I ......um, I guess I am. Are you my grandma, because I could have sworn that you lived in france. And here I am now claimed to belive I am in France". The doctor stared at me then my grandm, then back at me. My grandma spoke in a sweet voice which obviously meant she was my grandma" Honey, there was a car crash and your mother and father died, my dear sweet daughter, luckily you are alive. And now you shall live with me in France. When you are all well and recovered you must take over my job luckily you are 18 and can do it. All it is, is simply being a beautiful waiters. And obviously I do not fit that description any more, but I know you will."



I WOULD SAY ABOUT MAYBE.......MMMMMM......A COUPLE DAYS LATER ABOUT 2 TO 3 MONTHS LATER IS ABOUT IT



It was my second week to work and I have become very familiar with everyone and the rules. I have only made one best friend, Lianny. When Will came around the corner of the table(he is the boss)he threw his hands up into the air"were have you been there is a street fighter out there how won't stop eating. Here take that out to him". Without another word out of his mean mouth she took the tray he handed to her out into the rushing restaurant/bar called the paris caf'e. She ducked under every fistpump and soon found herself staring at the streefighters wild hair and bright blue eyes with every bruise and cut she fell deeply in love with him.


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