Ch. 1- Harder to breathe
So I know my last fic now has abandonment issues that it may never get over but I do plan on updating this one as much as possible. It may sometimes go down to once a week but I'm going to try my best. I'm in high school, enough said.
Disclaimer: I have no association or partnership in the making of Grey's Anatomy, nor will I ever because all we'd see is MerDer going at it.
She grabbed her plane ticket and ran out the door, planning on never returning again. Her mother's house only brought bad memories; when her father left, her mother's absence, and the fact her mother was never completely satisfied with what she did. She was leaving it all behind, even her internship at Seattle Grace Hospital, one of the best in the country. She was going to France, a place she had always dreamed of visiting, but never found the time. She was always studying and going to club meetings, trying to get her mother's approval. Meredith Grey was about to start over.
The plane ride was excruciatingly long. She had too much time to think; to overanalyze what she was doing. She had never been an impulsive person, she had her life planned out at the age of twelve, so this was the most impulsive thing she'd ever done. Of course she had spent a week planning it, but nevertheless, impulsive for Meredith Grey. She has $20,000 in her bank account, due to the fact her mother thought money would solve her absence. Not like Meredith didn't have to work for it, though. She maintained straight A's and during her last two years in high school, she was taking all AP and honors courses. She was leaving that all behind because she couldn't stand it anymore.
She had only gotten a few hours of sleep on the plane, accounting for the little girl in front of her who could not stop talking and the old man next to her who smelt like he just walked out of a trash can, so the second she got to her hotel, she lined her luggage up on one side of the room and lay down on her luxurious bed. She closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep.
The next morning, she awoke quite early due to jetlag. She tried to stall by taking a nice, relaxing bath, and watching a bit of French TV, loving the fact she went up to French 4. She left her room a few hours after waking up, too hungry to delay longer.
The second she got outside, she realized she hadn't a clue what she was going to do during her trip there. There were only two things on her checklist: visiting the Eiffel Tower, and doing a French guy with a hot accent. The second one was forced on the list by her friend, Cristina.
She went to a small diner on a busy street for breakfast. She quickly ordered strawberry crepe. After ordering, she noticed the cute man that had been staring at her since she walked in. He saw her notice him and smiled. She quickly looked away, embarrassed.
"Dude, what are you staring at?" Mark asked his friend. They were taking a break from work before becoming attendings.
"Oh, nothing," Derek quickly said, looking away, but not before Mark followed his eyes.
"Not too bad but I'm pretty sure she's American. We are here for hot French girls and nude beaches, dude."
Derek rolled his eyes at his friend, "I guess some people never change."
"I guess not. Come on, let's go find Preston." Mark said as he got up to leave.
"Um, okay," He said while getting one last look at the girl who would later occupy every space in his brain possible.
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