Four girls in Paris

Stacie's P.O.V.

I woke up at last from a terrible sleep. My mind was a muddled mess. I dug around in my suitcase. I put on my Virginia Tech sweatshirt and jeans. I stumbled to the kitchen and ate a doughnut. I hadn't even bothered to look in the mirror, so my face was probably a wreck and my hair is most likely a rat's nest. 

The next thing I did was turn on the TV to watch Supergirl. Maddie and Rafa came in to see me fangirling when my OTP kissed. "YES!!!! WOOHOO! IN YOUR FACE SOCIAL MEDIA!!!!!" I promptly fell off the couch. The show was over, it was 10:35 a.m., and I randomly started laughing. I stopped and turned off the TV. I turned around to see all three of my friends staring at me. 

"Do I have something in my hair? Or is it just my hair being a pain?" They started laughing. I shrugged. I went to my room to tame my hair. It took a lot of effort, but I finally got it in a Dutch braid. Then suddenly, I felt awful. My head span like a top, my eyesight got cloudy, I heard an awful ringing noise. I sat down as fast as possible. It passed after a few seconds. 

I grabbed my purse and grabbed some supplies. I was going to be gone for a while. Without saying goodbye or telling my friends where i was going, much less that i was leaving, I slipped out the window and left. 

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I went to all the famous bakeries in France. I'd never tasted so much chocolate in my life! I went to see everything to do with Benjamin Franklin. He was a great inventor, and his inventions were amazing. 

The last thing I did was go up to the Eiffel Tower. I then called Grace. 

"Hey, Grace?"

 "What is it, Stacie?"

 "I'm sorry."

 "For what?" 

"This." 

I ended the call and jumped off the Tower toward the concrete below.