It all started when my parents told me we were going on a trip to Paris. It's was the week before winter break and it was the most stressful week of my life, I am a girl who loves to get good grades and this was by far the worst possible week to be going on vacation. My parents told me I could afford to take a break with my straight A average but I didn't wanna take a break even though I've always wanted to go to Paris it's been my dream since I was ten. It's the city of love and me I've never fell in love no one has ever liked me. All the boys at my school in Toronto tell me that I'm ugly and I started t9 believe them no wonder why I don't have a boyfriend.
