Hey guys! I know I know, kill me for completely abandoning Burning Up, but I HAD TO write this new story..Its summer so ill be updating continually (: I hope you like it!

I come undone, oh yes, I do

Just think of all the thoughts wasted on you

BEEP BEEP BEEP.

Then silence.

Thank God. Maybe it'll just go away…

BEEP BEEP BEEP

UGH! I really just can't catch a break.

As I lay on my bed, I could clearly hear my mom rambling about the location of our boarding passes, that we must get there at least three hours before, and other things I really could not care any less about.

I opened my eyes and stared at my ceiling, two weeks, two weeks in Paris, France. I really was not as " exited" as my mom wanted me to be. Don't get me wrong, I love Paris, it's the city of love you know? Even though the chances of me finding love were pretty much slim to none. I guess you could call me a hopeless romantic, I don't know I loved love, yes even the corny cheesy stuff that you see in movies. Love, however, apparently did not love me back because I just kept falling for jerks after jerks and I really was just ready to give up. So what was I going to do in Paris for two weeks? Simple, two dreadful words that escaped my mothers lips three weeks ago with so much enthusiasm, I thought I was going to throw up.

Summer Camp.

TO be complety honest, I hated summer camp. I loved the comfort of being home, and going away for two weeks with strangers who spoke a foreign language wasn't exactly comforting.

I sat up, showered and took some time to decide what I was going to wear. I decided on red skinny jeans, a white v-neck shirt, gold sandals and gold bangles. I braided my bangs to the side and put my hair in a messy bun. I looked in the mirror, and studied my features. I had long dirty blonde hair that fell mid-back. Green eyes that my dad always tells me resemble emeralds. So did I consider myself attractive? Sure why not.

And every word you say, say something sweet

Cause all I taste is blood between my teeth

As I'm finding the words... you're getting away

Once my things were all packed, I got into my mother's Mercedes E 350 and listened to my ipod and inhaled deeply. Two weeks Annabelle, two weeks it won't kill you.

To soon, we arrived in the airport. Once going through all the annoying things we have to do like passing through security and what not, I sat down in the waiting room with my brand new issue of Seventeen.

I was deeply captivated by an article in the health section when all of a sudden I heard screaming. What the hell?

Okay so, first chapter, not anything exiting but I had to get the story going. REVIEW (: