I am back in my bunk bed. And I might need a shower from the shower. The water pressure was pitiful and the temperature was beyond cold. It kind of felt like someone was holding ice cubes over my head and letting them slowly melt down my back. But I am refreshed! And now it is time to beautify so Pierre will see that I am fabulous and want to grab me in his French arms and kiss me passionately. Must find my guava-colored lip-gloss in my makeup bag. It is my magic weapon. It brings out all the right coloring in my skin and makes my lips look luscious. I think it might be a kissing potion. It looks good on me know matter what I’m wearing, tanned, not tanned, whatever. It totally worked on Adam, my first—andlast—boyfriend. We dated last year. I applied it before our first date and we didn’t stop kissing for four months. Until I broke up with him. I was getting too attached to him and it was freaking me out. Better safe than sorry, right?
Okay enough about the past. Time to get out of bed. Maybe I should wake up Joanna with a song. See how she likes it.
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A Nice Fling is Hard to Find
Teen FictionLindsay is on a summer teen tour to France and she's determined to have a fling before she comes home. And not with a fellow American. No, she's only considering boys with foreign accents. Will she find her Jacques or Jean-Claude who will look deep...
