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writing is an exploration. You start from nothing and learn as you go

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"I can't believe you're making me do this." I yell at my step-father who's making me go to boarding school, in Paris. Don't get me wrong, I've always wanted to go to Paris but not like this. He's forcing me to go away when I'm clearly not ready too.

"Listen, it's for the best. Your mother and I decided that it would be the best for everyone." He tries to calm me down, but I only grow angrier.

"Oh you mean the the best for you and my mother. I can't believe how self-centered you both are." I scoff, walking out of this stupid conversation.

"Your flight leaves tonight." He yells behind me.

"Oh great! I can't wait." I yell back sarcastically. I angrily make my way upstairs and into my room where I see my mother packing the last of my stuff. You've got to be kidding me.

"I'm sorry sweetie, it's for the best I promise." Her voice is helpless as she walks closer to me to pull me into a hug. I roll my eyes and push past her and into my bathroom. I close and lock the door behind me and stare at myself in the mirror.

I always knew they wanted to get rid of me, but not like this. I'm only seventeen, going to a whole other country. This is insane. Completely insane.

I eventually have to get out of the bathroom when my mother and step-father tell me my flight is leaving in three hours and I need to make my way to the airport soon.

I scream in aggravation, but  go downstairs and greet them with two suitcases that belonged to me.

"What do I even do when I get there. I don't even know who I'm supposed to meet. I don't even know what school I'm attending!" My words spit out obvious irritation.

"Don't worry. A man named Charles will be waiting there for you. He will take you to the American Scholars Union-ship University of Paris. That's the school you will attend. Your dorm room there is already prepared for you. You start classes Monday and please make some friends for once Josephine." My father explains to me.

"Don't call me that." I mumble at the name he used. I hate when people call me that, it's terrible.

"The chauffeur is waiting in the car outside for you. Good luck, we'll see you on thanksgiving dear." My mother says, kissing my cheek as I grab my bags and make my way outside. This entire idea is completely stupid and unnecessary.

I get into the car and my bags are handled by Howlder, our chauffeur. I look out the windows to see my parents close the door so they don't have to waste time to wave their hands and say a final goodbye. Ridiculous.

Eventually we arrive at the airport and I make my way inside. Once I get past security and I'm all situated I wait for my gate number to be called.

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Soon enough we land on the the city of love, Paris. I can't really believe that I'm here, most people would kill to be in my place. Maybe I am taking all of this for granted. I should just accept this and learn to be happy. I no longer have to deal with parents who don't care about me.

My mother only married my stepdad, Richard, because he's insanely rich. He's a producer, so you can only imagine all the attention he gets.

When I make my way to the exit sign, I see a man holding up a sign that read 'For Josephine Ludikis.' I make my way over to him and greet myself as Jo.

"Bonjour Mademoiselle. Its a pleasure to meet you and I hope that your stay at the American Scholars Union-ship University of Paris is swell." He sounds so proper when he talks. I wonder if everyone here talks like this. It's kind of weird if you ask me.

I smile at him and we start making small conversation as we make our way to his car. Maybe Paris won't be as bad as I'm making it out to be.

"And here we are. It's not terribly far from the airport and it's in the heart of Paris, which is a major benefit if you were to ask me." He says, parking the car in front of a glorious building. It looked modern yet so ancient. It was the perfect mixture of modern and vintage beauty.

"It's beautiful" I breathe, stunned at where I'll spend my college years at.

He smiles and helps me with my bags. I thank him and start to make my way to the entrance of the school. Almost immediately I'm greeted to a girl standing near the door.

"Oh hey! Are you Josephine Ludikis?" The girl was overly cheerful, but kind. I nod and she smiles back at me.

"Okay great. I'm Opal and I'm also your new roommate for the next four years. So I really hope that we can get along well or it might be hell for both of us." She jokes, taking one of my suitcase to my ease.

"Thank you, me too. Also feel free to call me Jo." I shyly say to her. I've never been the best at making friends or making conversation in general. It's quite hard if you ask me.

For a while we explore the University and she shows me around. I was confused as to how she knew this place inside and out if it was her first year, but she explained that she spent two summers here taking classes and was a part of a summer educational program. Which all made no sense to me, but I believed her.

As we made our way to the dorm building, which was just as stunning as the main one, we stumbled across a couple of Opals friends who just so happened to know her from previous times.

"Hey guys, this is Jo. She's new here and my new roommate." Opal says to the group of people standing in front of us. I mean maybe not group because there was only like four of them, but you get my point.

"Jo, this is Della, Caleb, Annalise and Harry." I slowly gaze at each one as she says their names. One of them specifically caught my eye.

Harry.

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