Paris's Little Secret

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

My eyes were glued to the notebook in my hand as I scribbled down words for my journal. The bustling of Paris was like any other day in California as I was bumped from side to side from people who were in such a hurry they barely managed to pipe a ,'excuse me'. I glanced up , hearing the familiar click in my brain as my mind made a mental image that in 5 feet I would have to turn right before glancing back down and scribbling some more. The city of Love.... Please! I mean seriously, who believes in falling in love!? Isn't true that everything that falls ends up breaking? I was brutally (not really) dragged here by my two best friends because they said I needed to 'get out more'. Whatever that means.... I get out lots of times! To go you know... shopping and the gym. Maggie's always saying the gym is like a second home to me. That's not true. So what if I go to the gym everyday for 4 hours? Or that I know every employee there. Or that I have tried every single machine in there 24 times. Okay a little obsessive... BUT Maggie is obsessive to you know!! At the mall! Seriously that girl wants to be a fashion designer when she grows up. She can make someone that's ranked as a dork with braces and glasses , to the most popular girl in the world by a change of clothes,some makeup, and change of attitude. She once actually made me a Halloween costume that scared the crap out of every poor innocent unsuspecting victim ( I was a witch , go figures!). And then there's my friend Rose. My perfectly sweet , innocent minded friend. Or well.. That's her shell. I mean , every rose has it's thorn right? Well Rose is a born hacker. She learned how to type at the age of 2, hacked her first computer at 3,and dismantled and reconstructed her first computer at 4. That little devil once entered the government database undetected and downloaded a file from them about all the secret Organizations( I memorized them all.) And then there's me , the muscle of the group , I really look tall and scrawny but really I can lift 100 pound weights without blinking. I use trickery on my opponent. They think just because I'm not buff I can't fight. So I act scared and like the 18 year-old I am pretending to be lost.. That is, until they get close. I know the weak points of the body so I simply use those to paralyze my opponent , but if he got to much muscles I knock him out as fast as I can. My one weak point is that I got a hot temper and a sarcastic attitude that I just can't keep my mouth shut at any witty response.

I turned around at the corner only to bump into something warm. Out of habit , I grabbed their arm, twisted it back while I turned around and shoved them against a store's wall. "Qui etes-vous?Que voulez-vous?" I don't know French but my friends made me google every possible french word and read a English to French book. Of course , my American accent rang clearly through my voice but I didn't bother. Being up all night in Google Translator could really bug someone. " Hey! Chill! Jesus Christ boils hot-dogs! You could of broke my arm!" I was startled by the almost-perfect imitation of an American voice but I could unmistakeably hear British. I let go , still kept my guard up, and acted like a sorry teenage girl when I really wanted to punch the dude for making my drop my journal. Looking around I found it on the corner of the corner , wide-open and about to fall. As I reached out to grab it ,and ignoring the guy who was now trying to make me apologize by muttering a few colorful words under my breath, The wind suddenly picked up , making my stupid , long brown hair fly past me , almost looking as if trying to catch my journal that started to fly away. I raced after it , crossing the street and almost getting hit by a black mustang , which had screeched to a stop and shift it wheels toward my direction but made no movement. Finally after 5 minutes of chasing my book , I managed to jump on a Cafe table and snatch it from the air. " Yes! Finally! Gosh I thought I n-" I cut short from my victory moment when I noticed everyone at the other tables and some walk-by people were looking at me like some 3 headed alligator with 6 legs. I let out a nervous chuckle before getting off the table I was on and muttering an apology before racing away.

I opened the fancy doors at the hotel we were staying at and made my way to the elevator with a warming hello from the desk person. I clicked on the number 8 and leaned back against the elevator's door to relax. The elevator dinged and the doors slid open and I made my way to room 108D.Taking out the keys from my pocket I swung the door open and shut it. I turned around a took a glance at my surroundings. Once you enter the front door you find the kitchen to your right. It was a rather big kitchen with a bar counter, huge dishwasher , 6 paneled stove, and around 16 drawers and the walls painted a creamy brown. In the left their was a door where the laundry room was. It looked like a wide hallway that only was around 45 feet at length with the walls painted a pale pretty green. After you walk past the kitchen you enter the living room. The living room had one red , four seated, couch , and tree brown , 6 seated , couch that was shaped like an L with a glass table in between. At the wall there was a plasma TV with all it's high-techness and wires brought from no other then Rose. The walls were painted a cozy brown that somewhat looked like the kitchen. Then there was the four rooms. The one to the right , near the kitchen was Maggie's room. Her room was painted a crimson red with a queen sized bed, another plasma TV, two nightstands at each side of the bed , A three seated , red couch , a walk-in closet, and a massive sized bathroom with a walk-in shower. Her covers were white background , with red and white pearls connecting drawn sophisticatedly with matching pillows and lamp. the one next to her's was Rose's. She painted her walls a high-tech gray with darker gray lines running vertically and horizontally. She had a queen sized bed , one nightstand next to her bed , plasma TV on top of some desk with all types of high-tech technology tucked in the gaps in it, a Huge desk at one corner of the room next to the window view of Paris with her laptop and wires, a closet almost as big as Maggie's , and a bathroom almost as big as Maggie's. Her sheets and pillows were the same exact design and color as her walls , except for the white under-sheet of course. Then there's my room. It's a bit smaller then the other two girls and is right across from Rose's. I have a window sight of Paris . My walls were painted a print paper white , with splotches of bright green,blue,pink,red,purple,orange,and yellow. I had a queen sized bed , a smaller plasma TV then the other two's TV but just as fine ,a small nightstand next to my bed where I kept my writing stuff and books, A drawer next to my closet that was the same size as Rose's, a bathroom the same size as Rose's, a white rug with colorful splotches placed next to the window with beanbags of all the colors on my wall ,with white in the middle, that were in a circle, and a few pictures up of my family and pets posted up. What's in the other room you might ask? Well in there is the only pet my mom allowed me to bring. I had him for 8 years and I just can't live without him. He's my German Shepard named Fumetzu ( foom-et-zoo). My dad , being in the police force and all, got him from a litter of puppies that one of my mom's friend's dog in the K-9 unit had. Both my parents were in the police force, they never tell me  what they do exactly , but they tell me their in the police force.