I'd Like to Trade my Sunglasses for a Tiara Please? *ON HOLD*

Chapter 1: Arrival

This is it: beautiful France.  I can't wait to see everything!  I think to myself as I step off the plane.  I rush to Rachel who already has our luggage with her.

"You ready for this?" She looks at me smirking.

"Totally" I smile back, and I am. 

We meet up with the rest of our group of friends, and since we were either spread out during our flight or occupying ourselves with something else, we all start chatting about what we were doing and what we want to accomplish while here.  I mean we are going to be here for the next 3 weeks.  Somehow the school allowed a small group of us come expand our education by experiencing what  we are learning in school first hand.

 I am here to study foreign government and theatre.  Rachel is here to study art.  Our friends Megan and Morgan will be studying culinary arts.  Hannah and John are doing a project for music appreciation.  And Emmett, Luke, and Jenny are here to study films.  Soon our excited chatter is interrupted by a booming voice.

"Move!"

We all look up, even though we know who it is.  It's Jessica, one of the Denise's minions.  Denise, Jessica, and the other minion, Clair, told the board they were going to do research on how the fashions in Paris affect what we wear in America; but everyone knows they just want to get in bed with some French guys.  

But, hey.  I guess getting naked in Paris could affect your weight in America if you catch my drift.

I look at them and snap, "Um, there is plenty of space to go around us, you don't have to walk through us to get past." 

"Yeah.  But, do you realize the extra steps I'd have to take?  Sweat doesn't look good on me so move," Denise says as she smacks her gum. I want to smack her in the jaw,  but I really don't want to start with her on the first day so I step aside as does the rest of our group.

"Why didn't you tell her off, Elie?" Hannah asks.

"I didn't want to start something already, I mean we haven't even seen France yet," I tell her truefully.  We all grab our stuff and get on the bus to our hotel.

When we finally get there, we all go to our rooms.  I am with Rachel and Hannah.  We all pick a bed and start unpacking.  The room is quiet since we are kind of tired, and we pretty much said everything on the way here.  I decide to text Emily.

Me: Hey chicka

Em: Hey how was your flight?

Me: pretty good, hows the fashion show?

Em: boring! :(

"Elie lets go get something to eat"

Me: Em i gtg ill ttyl

Em: k bye

"Okay.  Let me fix my hair and touch up, and I'll be ready," I just put on eye makeup and blush, then curl my already naturally curly hair to make big banana curls.  I look hot if I do say so myself.