Somewhere in between

-Ch 1-

     I opened my eyes to see the whole dazzling city of Paris, France lying before me. The Eiffel tower was lite up so that it looked like a giant Christmas tree, so bright that it hurt to look at. The rest of the city was illuminated by the it's glow along with the millions of cars racing down the streets of Pari. Probably to get home to their loved ones, I thought. The sun was setting making a magnificent streak of pink in the background of indigo. I was enjoying the view, when I heard something. The sound of my stupid alarm, calling me back to reality. I rolled my eyes in the dream and bid my farewell to the beautiful city.

End of Dream

     My ears were probably bleeding from the sound, it was like a fire truck alarm. My impatients took over and, I jumped out of bed to turn it off before my family woke up. A cranky family is not a good family. I reached for the phone and started fumbling with it trying to make it stop. I finally shut it up and place it back on my dresser. As I'm soaking up the sound of silence my family starts to stir. The sounds of little feet on the floor finally gets me moving to avoid the morning rush. My family is one of those where everyone stars at them when they go out and about. I am the oldest of my family's kids. The oldest of 11. It might seem a little crazy and your wrong it is the worst type of crazy, it's chaos. I hate being around my family when we go out because everyone looks at us. I dislike any kind of attention positive or negative. My face turns bright red and my ears burn so bad that they feel like they could fall off. So, I try to blend into the surroundings. I am never satisfied with the way I look, worried that I will pop out to much. The only person I want looking at me is, Olivia. She's my BFF as well as my only. I spend almost the whole day at her house and  I'm basically part of her family. She has one sibling named Jason. He is pretty weird but, in my book that's okay, he is really smart and so is their whole family. I wake up from my thoughts and grab the first clothes from my dresser drawers. A pair of skin tight, faded blue jeans and a sweatshirt crop-top that is high fashion in my school. Like I said, I like to wear what everyone is wearing. I throw on a choker too top of the outfit and grab my backpack from the corner of my room. Then stopping into the bathroom to grab my brush, ponytail holders and my toothbrush. Then half- way down the stairs I remember to grab my glasses from the little dish on the top of the dresser. I kick myself as I go back up to grab them along with my phone. This time as I was going down the stairs I think about everything that I have to do before the school day begins. I open the little cabinet door to the only cabinet in the whole kitchen with food. I snatched a granola bar and shoved it inside my flower patterned bag.

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                        15 minutes later

        I touched my messy bun and felt a couple of loops as I texted my mom that I was going to the park just down the street. Like I do every morning. I am an artist it you didn't know, well usually I don't call myself that, I feel that it's to professional. I'm just a person that likes to draw, paint ,and do any other thing that has to do with art. Right now I am working on a piece called " Eiffel ".  It's of my friend walking down a street of Paris to one of the most famous structures in all of Paris or just France in general. The Eiffel Tower. Every morning I go to the Rosewood park near my home. I turn back and run my finger in the air, up the massive house until I get to the 20th window. Then I go over 5. Suddenly a little girl popped her head out that window like she does every morning. She's the only one in that house hold that I deeply care about. I mean of course I love, my other siblings, and mom. But, she is almost never home for me to bond with so there really is no relationship with her. And then there is my dad well, he is also never around. Any way the little girls name is Rosie. Sometimes she comes along with me if she hears me get up. But that happens on a rare occasion so, instead of coming with me she waves to me when I turn around tracking the windows. She blows me a kiss and I pretend to catch it and blow it back. She then brings the kiss close to her heart and, whispers " Au' revoir". Which is French for " goodbye, until we meet again" . I walk down the street thinking about Rosie, wondering if she remembers how we meet. I decide that I will tell her when I get back home. I close my eyes and take a deep breath of fresh Pari air and, shout "Bonjour" to the whole city to hear me.