Last Kiss in Paris

Chapter 2 - A God Drops From the Sky

Suggested Song: Fresh Eyes by Andy Grammer

So suddenly I'm in love with a stranger
I can't believe that she's mine, yeah
And now all I see is you with fresh eyes, fresh eyes

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"Amrisha? You ok there?" Mel asked, knocking on the toilet door.

"Ermph, yeah," Amrisha replied hastily, wiping the vomit from her mouth with toilet paper and flushing the toilet. She washed her hands, rinsed her mouth, and then staggered outside to meet Mel.

"Amrisha, you look awful!" her friend exclaimed.

"Mhm," Amrisha grumbled. "Motion sickness, jet lag, allergies, I suffer the whole lot."

"I've got something," Mel said, concerned, and rummaged around in her pink Dior handbag, before handing over a small green bottle. Amrisha squinted at the label. "It's a Taiwanese herbal remedy," Mel explained. "A pick-me-up of sorts."

"Ok, I'm trusting you not to poison me, Mel." She swallowed the bitter concoction inside the vial and the two quickly hurried over to their friends.

Their teacher, Coach Johnson, was using a crudely made paper loudspeaker to get the two classes of students into formation. "Hustle hustle kiddos, our bus is arriving in 30 minutes! Follow me!"

Sophie, Alek and Lucas were chatting excitedly about what they were going to do once they reached the hotel as Mel and Amrisha joined them.

"I really need to apply my moisturising face masque when we get to the hotel. That flight dried my skin out so much!" Sophie was complaining.

"One of my dad's business friend's son might be able to get us some vodka," Lucas informed Alek.

"Gee, such a bad boy!" Sophie giggled, slapping him playfully.

Alek groaned. "Will you two stop flirting and ask each other out already?"

"Let's go collect our luggage," Lucas said, pretending not to have heard.

They hurried along, Amrisha still clutching her stomach in nausea. She couldn't wait to get back to the hotel, have a hot shower and sleep. She knew now that she definitely shouldn't have eaten that chocolate pudding. Not five minutes in Paris, and she had already possibly contracted gastro. The trip was starting off just great.

At Belt 8, the students from Class A and B hurried to collect their luggage, while Coach Johnson continued to embarrass them by hollering at them to hurry up. "25 minutes until the bus...21 minutes...one more minute and I'll be leaving, either with or without you lot!"

The students scrambled around, bumping into each other in the frenzy of finding their luggage. At the end of the belt, Lucas was knocked over by a polka-dotted umbrella sticking out of a hot pink luggage case, and fell right onto the conveyor belt.

"No!" shrieked Sophie from the other end, as Alek pulled Lucas off just in time to avoid a collision with a particularly large Gucci suitcase.

"You, there, quit standing around!" Johnson pointed at Amrisha, who was still clutching her stomach and ambling around slowly, trying to find her suitcase. Spotting a large black case, she hurried over and hauled it off the belt. It seemed heavier than Amrisha remembered, and had a gold monogram near the handle she hadn't noticed before. However, it was one of the last black ones on the belt, and she decided that her sickness was hindering her thoughts (or maybe Mel's strange medicine). As the last of the luggage was cleared, the teachers marched Class A and B towards security check, customs and the exit.