I was going to Paris, hoping to be noticed there. I remember when I decided this was my dream. I was in 7th grade Creative Writing 101.

Does anybody have any dreams was what the teacher had asked the class. I raised my hand calmly.
"I want to go to Paris and sing," I said dreamily. The class then started laughing. "What?" I asked. The teacher calmed them down. I was going to show them.

Today was the day where I was going to be able to prove myself. I wasn't just leaving for my dreams. I thought it would be best if I left Mobius, I could just live there and nobody would care about me being gone. I pulled out a scrapbook of mine, looking at all my memories. The first picture was of me and Cream on my first day of school. The next one was us at the middle school dance. Cream and I went solo. I smiled. I had such great memories with Cream. I was going to miss her.

The next few pages were my drawings. The first drawing was of Tails. He was in his lab coat and glasses, working on a project, where Sonic was messing with everything. Underneath it was the photograph of it. I remembered that day, and I always laughed thinking about it.

"Tails, what's this do?" and then there was a puff of smoke and a shrill scream. Sonic came in covered in white cream, along with brown and pink cream.
"I see you've found my sundae machine…Stop going through my stuff or I'll delete your Facebook account!" I walked over to Sonic and wiped pink off his cheek. "Strawberry, yum!" Sonic grumbled angrily. That only made it funnier.

Then there was also a drawing of this girl. I never met her, but I drew her bunch of times. She was light pink similar to me, and she wore a dress that was Victorian style. Her hair was pulled up in a curly up-do and had cobalt eyes.

The last page had 2 pictures I drew that had changed my life. One was an oil painting of me and Sonic. We were standing in the rain. I should have kissed him then, but if I did, I would have just doubted myself.

They are dead! If I want to see them, I have to go to a funeral!" Sonic Hugged me. He was so warm, I never wanted to let go.

The other one was of Knuckles and me. We were standing in front of the picture of his sister looking into each other's eyes. We were so alike, and he knew what I had to go through. But those things he said about me before I changed, they hurt. He only likes me for my looks.

I looked through my book again, getting worried. I couldn't find the picture of my family. I searched through everything in my suitcase. Nothing was there. I put my face in my hands. That was my only picture and I couldn't get it again.

"Looking for this?" said a familiar voice. I looked up, gasping at him. I stood up and hugged him.

"How did you know I was here?" I put the picture in my book.

"When you said your dream in seventh grade…I never laughed. I wanted to go with you." I almost cried. I kissed him, and he wrapped his arms around me. We were interrupted by the flight attendant.

"Could you take a seat? The plane has taken off." I looked at him and smiled warmly.

"Looks like I'm going to Paris," I said with a chuckle.

He held my hand. "Look's like we're going to Paris." I was happy wherever we went, as long as I was with him.

Oh no, it's not over yet. You HAVE to find out what happens in Paris. Maybe someone will get a ring…or jealousy, perhaps. This is about the ¼ point!