Paris~
looking out the door of my Uber ride to see the great wonder of the Eiffel Tower in the Distance paired with a sunset backdrop of the sky. it's so gorgeous….
maybe moving to the City of Romance isn't such a bad thing. I've been hoping all my life from Osaka to Baltimore to live with my parents. Now I'm on my own, I guess. Now that I think back to it, sending a fourteen year old girl to paris to live alone was a dumb idea. I mean, they still pay for my housing, food, and phone bill, but still they wanted this for me. They said it'd be "therapeutic." I'll be seeing a Psychologist every month unless something happens to me, which, honestly, I don't know if I'd want to call my parents if something happened. I don't trust them like I used to. I know they mean well, but I've heard what they say behind my back. now that I think about it, that may be why they sent me away. they knew I'd be gone, even if it was expensive. then again, money was never a problem for my-
"madam?"
"eh-"
I look out the door to see a cute little apartment building. I hop out of the car and thank my Driver.
I walk in, Up the stairs to the 4th floor, and looked around at the completely furnished room. it was small, had a 3 person couch with a TV and coffee table. Other furnitures are scattered about the room. I turn back to the door, to find the bar and Kitchen, already stocked with food.I jumped up on one of the barstools and spun around on it. I take note of the swively-spinyness and hop off. Next is to explore the bathroom. It's a diagonal little room in the corner. I walk in to find That it's smaller than it seems. It has a little bath/shower in the corner, and a small archway led to the toilet. The sink was right by the door, and it seemed that everywhere a shelf or cabinet could fit, there was one. I swivel to the mirror above the sink. I was a mess. My snowy hair was loose in its twintails, large bags hung below my pinkish eyes. I'm not like most other people, I'm albino. My grandmother was too, and so was her grandmother before her. It tends to skip a generation, even though it's not something that's typically passed down genetically. I look down at my body. It's covered by a baggy hoodie and my legs covered with tall, black socks. I'm a fucking fatass. I decide to ignore my appearance for now and finally explore my room. The roof was slanted, and lower than the rest of the apartment. My room was equipped with my laptop, bed, desktop, circular in the center of the room above the dresser, and a full length mirror by the ladder in the corner. Hell yeah! I race up the ladder, push open the door and next thing you know I'm on the roof. It wasn't the peak of the building, that's actually accessible and has the garden. But this roof was for design, and had a gorgeous view of the night time Paris skyline. I'm not supposed to be up here for long, I could fall of, but damn this is just so pretty…..
I check my clock. It's 10 at night. Ah, typical. I sink back down to my room and To my computer. I begin school next week, and I haven't actually seen the school. I research it, typing into the computer, "Collège Françoise Dupont." I go to the school website and look through everything I can find.
I decide I'm tired, and lay in my bed, It's more comfortable than I expected. It's nice. Now to drift into dreamland….
