Adaptation: My Adventures in Paris

Day 300

Ah yes, another even, triple digit day. A day that brought some light to everything that had been going on.

Anna & gang weren't interfering too much. Sophia and Phil weren't talking. Alice and Phil were trying to determine what exactly their relationship was. Logan and I were actually in a really good place.

We were friends. He probably didn't think so, but I'll take it anyway. I would be his go-to girl whenever he had some corny, stupid joke that the French People didn't get. I think my favorite moment with him, and sadly one of our last good moments, was when our English teacher was mentioning something about the "meaning of text," and of course, if you keep up with the internet today, you'd know that "meaning" sounds quite similar to "memeing." In French, a meme is pronounced m-eh-me, so it wouldn't really apply. But anyways, as soon as the words left the teacher's mouth, the word "meme" followed by a gasp escaped Logan's. And I, who was located at the front of the class, happened to turn and look back at him at that exact moment and whisper the same thing. And he smiled. A real smile, a genuine act of kindness that was unlike his usual assholeness. 

Meanwhile, my birthday was right around the corner, and I wanted something big. A party. My house was too small and as my friends and I went through a difficult list of things we'd need to buy and people we'd need to invite and whose house we'd need to use, we finally agreed upon a place, a time, a good way to pool our money, and a guest list. This was truly one of the best parties of my life. So of course, it deserves its own chapter. We will get to that very soon.