Paris love

I picked up my blue sweater and folded it up nicely and put it in my suitcase.

'Dinner is ready!' My mom called, at seven thirty. Quickly i zipped up my suitcase and rolled it in the corner of my room.

Once I got downstairs, I saw my mom sitting at the table with a large pepperoni pizza in front of her. 'Hi mom, I'll just take some water and I'll be right back.'

When I sat down we started eating, until there was nothing left.

'Is your suitcase ready?' My mom asks, even tho she knew that I was most likely to be ready first. 'Yes, I only need to pack my toothpaste and toothbrush.' I said.

We had planned this trip to Paris for years, and tomorrow was finally the day. Our flight was at six twenty five in the morning, so we had to leave at three, which meant, if I'd go to sleep at nine, I would get to sleep seven hour's, that's not much, but it's okay.

The next day, when my alarm went off, I got out of my bed and made it up nicely. I went downstairs, where my clothes for the day were waiting for me.