Paris Changed Things
"Welcome to class students." Mrs. Rumack says to all of us. I enjoy going to school. As hard as it is to believe since everybody hates school, I highly enjoy it.
"I have big news for you all today." She says clapping her hands together and smiling from ear to ear. I listen closely since we rarely get big news. So I suspect it's nothing.
"Well… This may sadden some of you. But the result will excite all of you." She says with a nervous face. Now I am a bit worried.
"Marino High…" We all listen closely not knowing what to expect. If only she would just tell us for goodness sakes.
"Is closing." She finally says. I gasp. I head whispers and gasps from around the room.
"I am not going to do homeschooling or online school if this is where you're going with this." I hear my best friend Trish say.
"Oh no dearie." Well then where on earth are we going to go?
"Since the school has only two grades they decided to split it up and put the tenth grade at one school, and ninth grade at another. The principal has got permission by both schools. So no need to worry on applying to the school." She simply says smiling. I raise my hand in confusion.
"What school is tenth going to?" I ask raising an eyebrow. I asked only about tenth because that's my grade. I do not want to go a crappy school, it will interfere with my learning. Marino High is already amazing. Thank god all my friends are in the same grade as me.
"Well, ninth grade is going to a school not too far from here, since it's the only other school here." I think I know where she is going with this.
"And since it's the only other school in Miami… you all will be staying at a boarding school in Paris. Which means you all will be leaving there until you graduate." Everyone around the room cheering while I am sitting in amazement. I have always wanted to go to Paris. But moving there? From mom and dad? I'm not too sure.
I raise my hand to ask a question. "What about our families?" Everybody tells me to shut up. Which is disrespectful to both me and their families.
"You will have breaks, to go back home and see them." I smile in relief. This has just made my day.
I get a slight tap on my shoulder. "Can you believe we are going to Paris!?" Trish excitingly asks me.
"I know right! This has got to be the best day ever!" I reply clapping and smiling.
"I have never been so excited about school, in my life." Trish says sighing but then becoming happy again.
~Bell Rings~
I stand up from my seat walking over to Trish.
"We are going to have so much fun." She tells me squealing.
We begin walking to our lockers. "Where is Brooke, Kira and Cassidy?" I ask Trish looking around.
"Running over here at this very moment." She says squealing along with the three running girls squealing their way over here.
I give them all a hug before we begin talking about what we are going to do there.
~At Home~
I walk in my door with Trish along with me. She called her parents and they agreed to her moving to Paris for three whole years just like that. Why would they do that, wont they even miss her or give her rules?
"DAD!" I yell dropping my bag on the floor.
"In here Ally." Which means his room.
I run up to his room to see him lying on his bed.
"Dad…" I say looking at him nervously. I hope he lets me go, I don't want to do homeschooling.
"What happen?" He says sitting up. I hand him the permission slip.
"Did you get detention Allyson?" He says looking a little mad.
"No! No! Just read it please?" I look back a Trish with a nervous look.
"Ally…" He says to me.
"How much do you want to go to this school?" He asks me seriously looking up at me.
"I'd die to go there! All my friends will be there, and it will be a new experience." I say having a little hope.
"I love you too much to make you upset." Is he really …
"What are you saying?" I ask with my eyes widened.
"I'm allowing you to go –"Me and Trish both start screaming and jumping up and down. I run over to my dad who is covering his ears from our screaming. I give him a really long hug and kiss his cheek.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you." I say running out of his room.
"I trust you to not misbehave." He calls after.
"I won't. When have I ever?" I call back.
Trish and I run into my room. "We have to pack!" I say looking around. "When are we leaving again?" She asks me.
"She is giving us a week off of school to pack, and our plane should come two days after." Mrs. Rumack, Our Principle is allowing us tenth graders to not go to school that one day.
"I'll help you pack. Then you help me pack." Trish says.
I nod in agreement and start getting out my suitcases. I lie them down in front of us and zip them open.
Packing everything in my room in one week?
Challenge accepted.