Take Me To Paris

Chapter One

I looked out the window of the plane and for the fifty millionth time wondered if we were close.

I was on a plane to Paris. I was going to live with my aunt because my parents are, well, complicated. They didn't love me like parents should. In other words, they didn't love me. I was an accident. I was not supposed to be in that family. I had friends in America, the place I was leaving behind, just as my aunt had done five years earlier.

But I thought of Paris as a chance to start over. A chance at a better life. I hoped anyway.

I looked out my window again and saw the country of France. It was faint, but I could see it.

Since I was only fifteen, mom and dad had hired someone to fly with me. Her name was Miss Stevens.

"We are supposed to land in La Rochelle and take a plane from there to Paris." Ms. Stevens said. I nodded absentmindedly.

She looked at me. "Piper."

"Yeah?" I said, still glued to the window.

"Did you hear me?" She asked.

I turned to face her. "We're supposed to land in La Rochelle."

"Exactly." Ms. Stevens said.

When we landed we got our bags and went through the process oof getting on the plane once again. It was good Ms. Stevens spoke French because I didn't understand a word.

We boarded the plane and I quickly fell asleep. I dreamed of my friends in America. I missed them, but not my parents.

Ms. Stevens shook me awake. "Piper, we're landing. Wake up."

"Ok." I said.

"Remember, your aunt is meeting you to take you to her house." She said. I nodded.

We got off the plane and I went to get my suitcase. Ms. Stevens took me to where my aunt Claire was waiting. We all called her CC for short.

"Aunt CC!" I called.

She smiled. "Piper!"

I ran over to her and gave her a hug, even though I was fifteen. She was like an older sister to me, and she could be. She's twenty five with blue eyes and brown hair she always wore in a ponytail. She had a bandana headband tied at the back, a denim dress and grey flats.

I had brown hair too, but it was not fixed in any special way, just brushed, and it was about two inches below my shoulder. m
My eyes were brown. Freckles dotted my face.

"It's been forever, darling! Ça fait longtemps!" Aunt CC said.

She must have seen the confusion on my face, because she said, "That means long time, no see."

"Oh, ok." I said.

We walked out of the airport and she led me down the streets of Paris to her home. It seemed like everyone lived in apartment buildings in Paris. Aunt Clara was on the top floor. It had a balcony as well. And it was facing the Eiffel Tower.

"What can I do here?" I asked. "I can't go to school, I don't speak French."

"You like baking, oui?" Aunt CC asked.

"Oh, yes, I love baking." I said.

"A little bakery just closed. It is just down the street. I bet you could make it wonderful!" She said.

"I don't have the kind of money to fix it." I said.

"Did you bring American dollars?" Aunt CC asked.