Your name is chante, which means to sing in French. You grew up in Paris, France moved to New York a couple of years ago. You have oddly colored eyes, that usually draw people in (light amber almost like a cream color) and your voice is very angelic/soft spoken. You have full lips that you bite a lot which causes the blood to rush to the surface, given them a crimson looking color. Your around 5'3 and 95pounds, your long raven colored hair falls to your hips, when straighten. You just turned seventeen six month ago, you didn't really do much that day. Probably because you don't have a lot of friends. The few you do have live back in Paris, you never bothered making new ones because you hated everything about the stuck up people in your school. They always make fun of you, played tricks on you, and Emily and her group of friends try to beat on you weekly. even though at first you tried to fit in, after awhile you had given up. but deep inside still longed to belong, your father and mother worked to much at their plastic surgery business to really notice you. You went to one of the most expensive catholic school in your city, your parents wanted the best education for you. You spend your day taken three language classes,(Korean, Japanese, and French) ap history, ap math, and ap English. Along with law class, music, and by far the ones you look forward to the most art and religion class.
School was just as boring as normal, you spend most of your day looking at the clock praying that 5pm would come without Emily and her friends. you were happy when your last class was finally over and you grabbed your bag and ran out the door. As you began to walk home you heard footsteps following closely behind you. You decided to drawn out the nose by putting on your headphones and blasting music
(it was now 6:30pm took you awhile to walk home you lived one hour and forty minutes away walking. You hated the pack train and busses, plus didn't want to chance bumping into you know who.)
Your uniform skirt blew in the wind as you buttoned up your vest, cursing at yourself a little for leaving your jacket in your mothers car. You pulled your sleeves down and began to walk faster. You were only seven blocks away from your home, when someone placed their hand on your shoulder. You almost jumped out of your white knee highs, but took a deep breath and turned around to see who the pale hand belonged to. he was very handsome, his blonde curly hair caught your attention first, it was pull into a neat ponytail. And his smile put you in a trance until he began to speak. it took you about three minutes before you was able to break from your trance like state and remove your headphones. "sorry I didn't catch what you said, can you repeat yourself?" He smirked and said "I wanted to say sorry if I startled you but I just needed to know if you could tell me where's The Morgan Library & Museum is? I think I might be lost and you were the only one I've seen for a few blocks. You laughed a little "yeah this part of the neighborhood is kind of a ghost town." You pulled out your pad and pen, then began to write down the direction. He lifted your hand and kissed it before saying "thank you", you blushed a little as you continued to walk home. He stood in that same spot and watched you to you went out of view. When you made it home you bent down to untie your uniform shoes before slipping them off and your slippers on. You hung your bag on the hook and proceeded to walk in the kitchen to make soup and pot stickers. You sat in the living room, watching law and order criminal intent while you ate.