I don't know what to call this...

Part 2

It was the boy from the train. I slowly sit up and stretch, yawning and looking out the window at the beautiful stars-

Stars!?!? I really slept that long!?

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I-I didn't know I was going to sleep that long!" I stutter finally after staring at him for a good ten seconds.

"It- Its okay.." the boy mutters under his breath. "Follow me to your room".

I follow him up a flight of stairs and down a corridor.

"In there" he murmurs pointing to a small beige door, I thank him and walk into the room.

I was immediately shocked at the beauty of the place. The soft carpet, The large window with a view over the city and the beautiful white velvet king sized bed.

I dumped my bag on the floor and kick of my heels, I then flop onto the bed and fall asleep again.

In the morning I'm woken up bye the sound of music and people talking. I slip into a simple dress and flats, but before I can walk out my door somebody grabs my hand and pulls me into another room.

"You're Carla Marie Belrose aren't you?" says a figure that I only just was able to make out as the boy from the train.

"Y-yes" I stutter, getting more nervous every second.

He nods and starts pacing, then he  finally mutters "You can leave"

I walk out of the room, still in shock from what just happened. I walk downstairs and into the café were I slumped myself onto a chair.

"Hello Ma'am, how may I help you this morning?" says a younger woman. finally somebody who speaks English! even if she has the heaviest accent I've ever heard.

I tell her I don't need anything and walk back to my room.

I get out my laptop and open my blog and start to type.

"Day 13"

"I am now in Paris, it's beautiful here. I have met many lovely people and had some amazing experiences"

I press enter and close my laptop. I pack away my things and walk downstairs towards the exit when suddenly somebody yell my name.

"Carla!" said the voice. I laughed at the fact he had the nerve to say my name. I ignore him and continue walking. I step outside and immediately head towards the train station.

When the train pulls up I drag myself and my bags onto the bus, to my surprise and horror I see the same boy sitting at the back. I shake it off and tell myself its just a coincidence....

It wasn't a coincidence.......