She's a Keeper [on hold]

01

“Henrietta!”

A loud voice interrupted my sleep. Assuming I was just dreaming, I fell right back to sleep.

“Henrietta, don't let me call you by your middle name!”

Ugh, shut up. You're interrupting my sleep.

“That's it. Henrietta Hugiherahta Lytle!”

“I give up.” I sighed and got out of bed to see what my mother wanted.

She used the middle name card on me, and when she calls me by my middle name I know she's serious.

“Yes my lovely mother?” I batted my eyes innocently.

“Hurry up and get ready. Did you forget today is your last day of school?” My mother asked.

“Yes. I mean no. I mean yes.” I was clearly just tired and confused at the time.

Today was the last day I was going to school in the small town I live in. My mom literally begged me on her knees to come with her to Paris.

Especially because our tickets are being paid for by someone else.

My mom is Sunny Lytle, a famous author who wrote a book based on her and my dad's love life when they were teenagers. I'm pretty sure you've heard about her somewhere right? Anyways, the only thing that got my mom into writing her now famous book was my father's death.

He died in a car crash before my mom had me, so I never knew him. She was depressed almost her whole life because of it, but she still took good care of me. She felt she needed to remember all the things her and my dad had for each other, then sum it all up into a book, and then change up all the names up in the book.

And now her sad love story is becoming a movie.

In Paris, France.

You're probably wondering why I'm not so excited. Well I have every reason not to be, if my mom's movie becomes a huge success in Paris, we'll have to live there forever.

So sorry if I don't seem too happy with rainbows and sunshine because of that.

-

After getting ready, my mom dropped me to school. Limmorr Arts Academy is my school's name. It's pretty much your average high school, except it has ballet, performing arts, and a regular art class. But I of course, am in the Performing Arts class along with drama club.

So yeah I'm a bit of a drama queen, no pun intended.

“Have a good day honey, love you!” My mom waved goodbye as I started walking inside the school.

And it's always the same as usual. Crowded halls usually filled with a mix of angry and aggressive teenagers who don't know how to control their hormones, and some generally nice people.

I fit somewhere in between, but probably more on the generally nice side.

-

Classes flew by fast as usual, and then it was lunch.

I grabbed my lunch tray and sat down at one of the blue and white circular tables.