Left Alone In Paris

"I never meant to actually miss it!" I squeal to the desk lady, but she doesn't seem to understand my language. Ha, no pun intended! Sorry, I shouldn't be joking right now.

"Desole, ma Cherie. Je ne parle pas en anglais, et t'attrape l'aero."

I shake my head, "I don't know what you mean." My head turns back and I scan the room for other tourists, but none of them catch my eye. Back to the desk lady, is she a clerk? An attendant, or what? What is she?

I slam my fists on the desk, "Get me back to my country! I need to get home, and I don't know why you don't speak English, you work in a freaking airport!"

Behind me a ruckus takes place, but I ignore it, "I want my money back if you won't let me go home! I paid for this! I paid a lot to come here, and go home! It was a two-way ticket! Round trip!" And two security guards take hold of my arms, controlling me in their gibberish, and leading me away from the desk.

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Meet Aria, younger sister, American gamer, cat-crazy, anime-freak, and now stuck in France. Sometimes she does the wrong thing, or her college-age-brother-influenced mind takes over and things just get worse for her. And when her brother leaves her behind while boarding the plane home, everything goes downhill from there. She gets in trouble by security, embarrasses herself in front of several elite students, meets an arrogant French boy... countless times.

Who is she kidding, this should be fun! She's stuck in Paris!

No. Being stuck in Paris is the worst idea anyone could ever deal with.