What compelled Jake to go to France, he did not know. He hated going abroad. He loved his home and his nice warm bed, and loved his computer far too much. But for some reason he was standing outside the Louvre museum. They had spent the whole day there, and it had exhausted him. The school had decided it would be a good learning experience. All of the raw knowledge, but now everyone had a headache, including the teachers. Jake was staff at the school. Only 16 and right out of it himself. They offered him a cheap apprenticeship there Jake so happily at the time accepted. But as time worn on, Jake started to get bored and decided he might move on. But he was persuaded to stay and carry on til the end.
Jakes trip to France was supposed to be on his own, but he found out his week he booked off was the same as the school trip to Paris. So after a day that he planned looking at art all day, turned into a long and exhausting trip with the school, who he met at the base of Eiffel tower, completely by mistake. He only wanted to pass when he was hailed by one of the teachers from the school. He tried to scape the evil clutches of his career. But after a few pleases from pupils. Jake decided to go around Paris with them, costing him a good amount of his own money.
As Jake looked at the entrance to the museum, seeing all of the pupils walking out looking bored out of their minds. Jake remembered that he had a little treat tonight. He had been able to, although he really could not remember how, get tickets to see Helena Douglas perform tonight. Apparently they were really expensive, but he got them cheap. Jake never really pondered why he would go out to a opera house. It was not his sort of thing. But still by far, it beat a night with pupils in a hotel eating French food. It was his highlight of the day, and it was going to be good. At least that was what Jake kept telling himself. But first he had to get ready.
Jake figured that Opera houses were very posh places and decided to get some really posh French clothes, mainly a really expensive tuxedo that was more expensive than the trip to Paris itself. It took him a whole two days to find and decide that he wanted it. After going from each shop nearly in the whole of Paris. But it pleased him in the end and he was highly satisfied with what he got. He just could not wait to get to his temporary home and change into it.
Jake watched as the pupils were getting back onto the coach each one of them waving to him as they got on. Jake waved back, and after 5 minutes, his arm started to hurt. Once they were all on the teachers got one of them wished him luck and got on the coach and it began to leave. Jake wondered why she wished him luck. Jake was walking down the street to his hotel room. It was not as if he was going to run into a war zone.
Jake smiled as the coach turned round the corner. He was not very keen on the pupils , but still they were a welcome break from the en-mass Parisians looking at him and wondering what he was doing in their city. He started to walk down the crowded street, watching the river as he did. Jake had booked himself into the most expensive hotel in Paris. A lot of the staff had wondered back home, hoe he had afforded such an expensive endeavour. Jake simple stated he was being smart. Saving a lot of his money and playing his cards right. And to the effect, that is what he did. He only bought things if he saw them necessary, and if he could get them at a cheaper price due to offers, great. It was because of that tactfulness that he was able to actually be able to go to Paris and enjoy this holiday so much.
Jake carried on walking down the street until he reached the hotel he was staying at. It had a sign in front of it but he had no idea what the sign meant. He presumed it said 'hotel' but he knew he was most likely wrong. Whatever it meant though. It was a very posh hotel. It was very expensive and was very luxurious. The lobby had a marble floor laid out like a French mosaic. There were green and brown leather two seater sofas dotted around everywhere against the walls, and between them were pine wood end tables with large vases on them filled with selections of flowers planted inside. Jake walked into the lobby and passed the receptionist that greeted him hello. Jake simply ignored the greeting, disguising it by looking like he had not heard it. But really at the moment, he was not in a very sociable mood. All of the pupils had drained him of all of his energy. And he wanted to get at least of hours worth of quiet rest before going out for the night. He went to the stairs and began to climb them, one at a time, until he reached his room. Sliding the card and walking inside he threw his possessions out of his pockets on a small table near the door and then threw himself down on the bed sighing quietly. He then set his alarm for one hour and very quickly fell asleep.
The room Jake was sat in was dark. He could not see anything, nothing at all. It was slightly blurry as well. Suddenly a ray of light lit up the room, light pouring in from the door that had just been opened. Jake could not see who it was. The light was so blinding that it made the person look like a silhouette. From what he could see, it looked like a female figure. The figure began to walk closer. Jake got this feel from her, that he should fall back. However Jake discovered he was tied by the legs and he fell to the ground quickly. As he did a giggle seemed to erupt from the female. It was dark and daring. And for the most part, quite scary. Jake still tried to fall back as the female advanced but realised there was no escape when he bumped into the back of a metal wall. The female got closer. He could now hear her humming a tune. It sounded really sadistic. Almost as if she was getting pleasure from watching Jake try to run.
When she got close enough she extended her arm and grabbed Jakes shoulder, lifting him up by just that. Showing she had incredible strength. When he was up she got behind him and began to push him, forcing him to try and walk with the rope around his leg. He had a little bit of free movement, but not enough to walk correctly, or with any speed. The girl began to push him closer to the door, closer and closer towards the light. As he reached the door way he still could not see anything, he just felt himself get pushed to the ground. He looked at the floor and could hear the female speak in her dark and menacing tone, but she was speaking to someone else.
"Take him to her, and dont play nice!"
Jake felt his hands get pulled as he got closer and closer toward more light, too scared to even look up.
The alarm on the corner of the bed went. Waking Jake from his apparent nightmare. Jake stroked his hair and got up. Eager to get going to this Opera. He opened his small but modest suitcase and pulled out his tuxedo. It was nice and black, with a subtle green on it. It was hard to see, but it made the suit so much more interesting. He took the clothes along with his shower gel and went into the bathroom to have a shower, coming out thirty minutes later, fully dressed and looking good. His brown, bed-head shaggy hair, now spiked into a neat and windswept feel. Smiling he too his wallet and took his card as he left the room and locked the door behind him and walked down to the lobby.