The puddle produced ripples as water dropped from the veins of the trees. It had rained last night. Renée had spent a whole day waiting for Emma to show up and make sure she saw the balloon. She was shuddering with cold, her thin clothes did little to warm her while her wet brown hair stuck to her face. She wasn't exactly dressed for spending a night the forest, heck, she didn't even plan to be alive that night. But she was glad, last rain of her life, she thought. If Mr. Balloon put the note in a balloon, surely he had thought that Emma would be here in a few days?
"You will screw this up as usual, Renée" Ciara's voice rustled through the trees.
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One Balloon Away
Novela JuvenilJust when eighteen-year-old Renée Martin is about to commit suicide, an unexpected note meant for someone else leads her to the city she has always dreaded, Paris. Join her on this disastrous journey as she struggles with self-esteem, anxiety and th...
