Paris in the Spring

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[hi ppl I wrote this story when I was like 11 or 10 and I was crap at writing so ye lol]

I am literally stuffing heaven down my throat. WHY Don't THEY HAVE THIS IN AUSTRALIA?! Dang the rest of the world has seriously been missing out.

Most people my age would winge about being sent to a foreign country with a foreign language and foreign people, not me. Paris has been my dream for ages.
Well today is the day all my wishes came true, I Jodi Stewart am in the city of art and and love.

The taxi driver is losing patience at my lack of language skills,
"um oui oui?" I am totally killing the beautiful language but after ten minutes of me trying to explain by waving my arms around, the driver either is so fed up he's just going to drive me to a desert or he actually understood me, I think the first option is more likely.

After five wrong turns, a few curse words and a whole lot more of arm waving, I've arrived.

My dorm room isn't exactly a five star hotel and I am going to have a roommate but at least I'm free from the clutches of my parents. I mean of course I'm going to miss my friends, family and cats but I know I will love it here.

I slump into the bed closest to the window and call susie, my long term best friend and partner in crime.

"Have u met any cute guys yet Jo?! I hear all of them are over there," sus questions excitedly through the phone.

I laugh, "ive only been here for two hours you expect me to be married tomorrow? Plus I HAVE TO SEND YOU SOME CHOCOLATE CROSSAINTS .THEY.ARE.FIRE,"

we joke around for an hour or so, until the door bursts open with a dramatic bang. I roll of my bed in shock and land with a thump on the beyond dirty floor. I hear a giggle coming from the other end of the room and scramble up from The ground with dusty jeans and knotted hair.

A girl about my age with shampoo commercial worthy hair looks over at me and giggles again
"I always knew there were monsters hiding under beds,"

I put on a deadpan face and say,"I'm going to kill you in the middle of the night,"

The girl laughs and extends a perfectly manicured hand towards me "I'm veronica nice to meet you,"