Chapter [1]

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Chaos. That's what it felt like. My friends, gone. My family, been there done that. All I need right now is my music. Anna thought as she was in her family's car, awaiting her arrival in Paris. She looked out the window, unaware of the scenario, but kept a plain face about the thing. She heard that Katie--one of her greatest friends--is on the trip too. They were going to meet up at a bakery in town that Anna always wanted to try. She wanted to see many places in France to get used to the scenery. She wanted to visit a Patisserie college just a few minutes from where they are staying, a lot of bakeries, and most of all, the Eiffel Tower.

A few hours later, they finally made it the France and unpacked their things, walking into the apartment. Anna was now old enough to live by her own, so her family stayed at another apartment not to far from where she would be staying.
"I love you mom and dad." She'd kiss them both on their cheeks, walking inside with all her luggage. The apartment was simple but cute. It had an island with some high chairs that you see in bars, and there was a built in fridge with cabinets and an oven. A microwave was just on top of the cabinets, connected to one of them. There was a bathroom and all, but most of all she wanted to check her bedroom. She found the door to the bedroom. It seemed simple and large enough for her to be comfortable, it had a closet, and a mattress set up with the bed, all she needed now was the sheets, comforter, and some pillows.
I'll get bed things tomorrow with Katie. She thought, nodding in agreement to her thoughts.
After unpacking, it was officially night time, and since she didn't have the bed set up yet, she slept on the couch with a blanket she brought from home, and a small rabbit stuffed animal, sleeping her night away.

Later in the night, Anna heard a noise, it sounded like someone slid something under the door, so she checked. And there was something. A.. Small envelope. It was decorated like the Queen of England had wrote it or something. And she opened it with her eyes widening.

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