Disaster
That's the only word I have for it, a complete and utter disaster. Now you may be wondering," Max, what could possibly be a disaster?" Well I'll tell you right now the disaster is this move that is going on. My parents just finally settled the divorce and since my dad got me in the custody battle, well it wasn't a battle, my mom didn't want me she wanted my older brother Ari. But I don't really care; it just means ill have more freedom now. But back to the matter at hand, I didn't think we would be moving out of my sunny California. I just thought we would be moving to a different house in a different neighborhood, that I'd still be able to go to the same school, have the same friends and basically be a normal teenager just with parents who aren't together. But oh how I was wrong were moving to Paris! Not just some other state but almost on the other side of the freaking world!
*Flashback*
My dad and I were in the kitchen of our house (my mom and brother were staying at my aunt's house so we could get everything packed) we were playing monopoly which I was winning as a matter of fact. When I asked the dreaded question, "So dad what's the address of our new house?"
"Well its, 218 rue de la Tombe-Issoir75014 Paris." My dad replied sheepishly.
Oh ok-wait a minute put the car in park did you just say Paris?" I disbelief coating my words.
"Yes Hun Paris as in Paris, France." My dad replied as he leaned back in his chair laughing at my disgruntled expression.
"Wait what about all my friends?
"You'll just have to make new ones,"
"And what if I don't want to go?"
"There's always boarding school an all-girls boarding school"
"Actually I think Paris sounds lovely don't you?" I said quickly almost hyperventilating at the thought of yet another boarding school. All my dad does is laugh.
*End flashback*
It's been about a week since we moved and I start at the local high school (thankfully they speak English at this high school) in about 3 days. That means I have exactly 72 hours left of my freedom.
On the last day of my last few days of freedom till I have to go to school my dad gave me a camera, it was one of the newer models too so I could finally startup my photography again since my original camera that was packed up was found when we unpacked everything to be smashed. It was a sad day a really sad day.
So I decided that it was time to start to start taking photos of my new home to send to my girls at home who had practically threatened me within an inch of my life if there were not at leaset five pictures of me and my home every week. This is kind of funny considering that even though we all took kick boxing, and mixed martial arts classes together, I was still better at it than them and would easily be able to get past their defenses. So to avoid embarrassing them I simply agreed to take picks and send them when I could.
Before I headed out on my exploration I stopped by my dad's office to let him know that I was leaving, so when he decided to venture out of the office that he had been in since the night before setting up paperwork or something for his new job, and freak out because he didn't know where I was.
Walking up to the office door and knocking and after a few moments I heard my dad's voice call out and say, "Come on in Max." Walking into the room I surveyed the room in which I had stepped into, and I was astonished I mean we had just moved here and had barely started to unpack the boxes yesterday, and this room was still spotless, I would have expected the new couch to have cloths stacked on it, the desk to have a mountain papers, and the floor to have at least one coffee stain on it, but no everything was spotless.
Swiveling around in his chair probably suspicious as to why I had not said something, he turned to see his daughter staring around her and him with a very surprised look on her face, he made his face to show innocents (yeah right with a daughter like me he can't be innocent).
"What, what is it, Max?" My dad asked with the corners of his mouth slightly turning up at the sides.
"Well let's see, it seems my father has been kidnapped by some aliens and has been replaced with a guy who knows how to put things away, and second I'm going to go explore this place."
Chuckling my dad replied with a, "Don't worry you'll have your "real" father back soon, and be back before 9 please since it is a school night."
"But but but, I like this new father me, even if he is an imposter! And alright I'll see you tonight, we are making burgers tonight right?" I said with a small pout.
"Yeah, yeah. And yes we are, love you Hun see you later." My dad said. Walking over to him I bent down and kissed his head goodbye and after telling him I loved him I was out the door and into the garage.

My first stop of the day is the Arche De Triomphe. As I jumped on to my black and silver V6 motorcycle, and zoomed off after double checking that I had my camera and my phone.

*Four or five hours later*

After spending a few hours taking photos of the Arch De Triumph and of the people around the Arch I decided it was time for some food.
And since it was Paris I was just dying to try their pastries. After spending about an hour walking around trying to decide which coffee shop to stop at so I just decided it was time to fall back on my ever faith full chocolate chip cookie. So I stopped at a small coffee shop, after standing in line for a matter of seconds I ordered a chocolate chip cookie and some milk.
Picking the back corner booth, I sat down and while eating the most delicious cookie that it should be illegal I pulled out my camera and started to clicking through the photos after clicking thorough a few I released there was this boy, he was dressed in all black and had this whole emo thing going on for him. I couldn't really see his eyes but I got this feeling they very dark.

After looking through a few more pictures I released he was in most of them and it was really weird he was either just standing off to the side by himself in some photos and in others he had a small group of people but the thing is no matter if he was standing by himself or with his group he always seemed to be looking straight at me, but that's silly why would he be looking at me?