Wow... I haven't even written anything and people have already reviewed! Laugh Out Loud... (yeah, I'm a geek...) Haha! Anyway... Special thanks to Writer From Rivendell and Raven Demon...

You might be disappointed in the first few chapters- no Middle Earth- yet... First, some (pointless? Maybe not...) character development- so stick with me for a while...

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A beautiful girl sits on her large, lavender canopy bed. She places her laptop inside a bright blue duffel bag along with a few purses and about a week's worth of clothes- three pairs of jeans, a khaki skirt, a jean skirt, a pair of grey sweatpants, a pair of bright orange shorts, a sweatshirt, a few shirts, tank tops, matching pajama sets, and underwear.

'Incase I decide I don't like what I'm wearing,' she tells her self, glancing down at her jeans and black tank top. She takes another canvas bag and places shampoo, soap, deodorant, lotion, a toothbrush and toothpaste, a razor, and a thousand dollar's worth of makeup in it and stuffed that bag inside the other. She throws her cell phone on top of that and counts out about six hundred dollars.

She zippers it and heaves her duffel bag over her shoulder then takes a sleeping bag and pillow. She walks down the marble stairs with difficulty and reaches for the doorknob.

"Gwendolyn Evelia LeFeubre!"

"Oui, mama?" she cringes, glancing at her mother, who has a plastic shower cap over her head- no doubt dying it again- an eyelash curler in one hand and a tube of fire-engine red lipstick in the other.

"Où vas-tu?" her mother asks, eyeing the large duffel bag.

Wendi groans, "Je passe la nuit au maison de Cate."

"Ah, oui. Salut!"

"Bye," she mumbles, slamming the cobalt blue door of her huge, French-style mansion. I stand there, eagerly awaiting Wendi.

Wendi and I are best friends.

Wendi is tall and attractive. She has long, thin blonde hair and bright, azure-colored eyes. She's virtually the epitome of an American girl, except she's French. She's slender with long, muscled legs and a pretty oval-heart-shaped face.

She rolls her eyes and adjusts her strap, "Gosh... Sorry about that. My mom was being a total spaz." I just laugh. We start walking towards my house.

"I wish I could speak French," I respond, enviously, kicking a little pebble along the grey cement.

She straightens out her tank top strap, "No, you don't," she mutters darkly. "Anyway, ready to get out of this place?"

I grin, "Hold on a sec., I still need to grab my stuff." She grins back and throws her duffel into a bush in my front yard and walks with me into my house.

I pull out a silver colored key from my pocket and open the door, "Mom?" I call, "I'm spending the night at Wendi's tonight."

"Yeah, sure, Cate. Do you have all your things?"

I roll my eyes, "Yes, mother."

I run up to my room and shove clothes inside- two tank tops, a few pairs of jeans, funky looking shirts, a sweater and shoes- tons of shoes. I throw my skateboard inside and take some makeup and other necessities, although I know Wendi brought some already. I take a pair of pajamas and a few changes of underwear. I throw all the cash that I had inside the bag- forty-three dollars and fifty-seven cents.

And socks. Can't forget about socks.

I throw my cell phone inside it and run down the stairs, stopping at the pantry to stuff the rest of my bag with gummy bears, peach rings, and Pringles. I realize I forgot my sleeping bag, so I run back up to get it, then run back down. I take my things and walk outside.

"Bye, Mom," I call as I slam the door shut.

"Ready?" she asks me.

I grin, "Hell, yeah!" She retrieves her bag from the bush and we stop about a block down from our houses. "Call Matt," I suggest. She nods and extracts her cell phone from her bag and dials Matt's cell phone number with her perfect, French manicured nails.

"Matt?" she says into the phone, "It's Wendi... uh, huh... Listen, Matt, sorry to be bothering you when you're all busy with Lauren," she responds, grinning and singing his girlfriend's name.

"But we really need to get a ride to the train station... is Chris coming, too? Really?" she half-shrieks, "Oh my gosh, this is gonna be, like, so much fun... oh... You're not staying? Well... just stay for a while at least- please? Great! We're on the corner by my house right now, can you come? All right, I'll see you. Bye."

"And?" I ask her, placing the heavy duffel on the ground.

She grins, "Matt's going back home to pick up Chris and they're coming to the hotel with us tonight."

"Is Lauren mad?" I ask.

She laughs, "Yes."

"Good," I smirk. I don't like Lauren. She's thin and cute and wealthy, like Wendi, but she's a snob. And she's not as pretty. Definitely not as pretty.

Matt is a senior already and Chris is a freshman, like we are- he's Matt's younger brother. Wendi and Chris are 'sort-of' in a relationship.

I can't blame her. Chris is totally hot.

Matt comes around the corner in his old, beat up car. He stops right in front of us. Matt and Chris hop out of the car and take our things before putting them in the trunk. Chris and Wendi sit in the back and I pull the front seat back to its regular position before sitting in it and buckling the seat belt.

"Now," Matt says, smirking into the rear view mirror, "You two behave."

Wendi rolls her eyes, "Thank you, Matt," she snaps in a very final way, sounding pissed off. She always gets that way about Chris- like, people know that they're not really in a serious relationship, but somehow she likes to pretend that they are.

Maybe it has something to do with her French-ness.

Matt looks over at me as he puts the car into drive. He smiles at me, and I smile back. He is hot... Very hot- but way out of my league.

He has a girlfriend. He is a senior.

That's what I will tell my self.

Yeah right.

This is going to be a long trip.

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All right, French translations:

"Oui, mama?"
Yes, mom?

"Où vas-tu?"
Where are you going?

"Je passe la nuit au maison de Cate."
I'm spending the night at Cate's house.

"Ah, oui. Salut!"
Ah, yes. Bye!

If any of them are wrong, feel free to correct me... French is my second language... so the grammar might not be right on...

Anyway, what do you think? No M.E. yet, but it's coming... Leave me one!