Snow Mavi

Chapter 1 - Snow Mavi

I slammed my fist on the table. "You can't make me go there!" "I've given you 

too many chances! And besides... I have business to do," my mom, Cheri, 

replied, sofenting slightly for the last bit. "What? With you and Emilie 

disappearing randomly!? This isn't how a mother behaves." I cried back. "It's 

not like that!" Cheri ears grew hot with anger. "Emilie has a husband and a son,

 who I'm sure you'll grow to like someday. That's exactly why I'm sending you 

there, to adjust your attitude and appreciate what you have already. Their son 

hasn't seen Emilie in a while, and now you are forcing me to discipline you in 

that manner too." Tears clouded my eyes as I began crying in defeat. For some 

reason, Mom didn't see affected by my sobbing at all. She examined her 

fingernails and stood there until I was done, then began speaking again. "I've 

already scheduled a flight for you to France tomorrow." "Tomorrow?!" I 

gasped. "Th-that's basically no time at all!" "Then if I were you, I would start 

getting ready," Cheri replied flatly. 

The airplane ride was long. Longer than five hours, as the pilot said it would 

be. Maybe it was just me, thinking that the flight was more like ten hours long. 

Everyone else seemed content, busting themselves with movies, books, food, 

or sleep. I had anything that I could ever want, thanks to Mom's job as a sports 

photographer and part-time teacher. She came home with anything that I 

wished, and life was good. I will admit that I personally think that I was pretty 

popular with the other teens at my old school; it wasn't difficult saying 

goodbye because I couldn't. 

At last, I was there. The city of love. The city of - ladybugs..? As I walked out the

 airport with two bags, I noticed that nearly everywhere were photos and 

posters and billboards of this black-haired girl with neat pigtails and a red, 

black-spotted costume. I narrowed my eyes and focused on one of the photos, 

curious to know her importance. Just as I came to the street where everyone

 else was getting picked up in cars by relatives, a long black limo rolled into the

 empty spot in front of me. I jumped a little bit and couldn't help but to peer a 

little inside the passengers window. I didnt know if anyone was in there- or 

maybe that was the fault of the dimmed windows. Just as I tried to get a closer

 look inside, I heard a door slam. I quickly backed away from the window and 

stepped about two feet away from the car. A big, emotionless guy was 

stepping around from the back of the car and coming towards me. I panicked 

slightly and was about to pull out a swift kick to the gut when he smiled and 

opened the backseat door, obviously waiting for someone to get in. I looked 

around me and saw no one else waiting, so I lightly pointed to myself and said,

 "Me?" The guy swiftly nodded and I slowly climbed inside, keeping my purse 

close. I saw that he took my suitcase and rolled it into the trunk of the big car. 

As he began walking back, I looked ahead and waited for the car to move. He 

turned on the engine and we rolled out of the parking lot of the airport. 

Around a minute into the drive, I carefully asked: "So... are you taking me the 

Agreste fami- residence?" He didn't say say anything but gave a swift nod. 

"Oookay..." I muttered. He didn't snap or complain about my attitude, he just 

kept driving. I sighed as I slid a small book out of my purse and read the rest of 

the way there.