Chapter 1
Anastasie sighed, looking out her apartment window. She lived in the middle of Paris, and was always surrounded by the life of the city. "Mami!" She called, sticking her head out her bedroom door. "Do you need me to get anything? I'm going to the bakery!" She stepped out, buttoning up her light blue jacket in the process, and pulling her light red hair out of her coat.
"No dear!" called her mother, who was busy painting, "I'm good darling. Thank you for offering though." She smiled at her daughter, knowing that she was going to do more than go to the bakery, and added, "Though, say hi to those friends of yours for me."
Anastasie stopped, and turned around slowly, "How'd you know!?" She exclaimed.
"Mother's know best." She smiled, and turned back to her painting, paying no mind to her daughter anymore, "Oh yeah…" she continued, not glancing up from her painting. "Get me some Pain du Chocolat, alright?"
"Alright." She laughed, "I'll be back later mami!" She called, and with that, she left the apartment, picking up her messenger bag in the process and headed out of the building to a small café she had agreed to meet her friends at.
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Lucas sighed, sneaking out. His dad was, as usual drunk. He had to escape for awhile, and when he got the email from his friend Virginie, about meeting up, he took it. He was rather sure his father wouldn't care if he disappeared, and he would probably be back before his father even noticed. It was a usual thing. He zipped up his coat, grabbing his messenger bag on the way out.
It was kind of saddening. He had a horrible relationship with his own father, while his best friends all had great relationships with their parents. It was really horrible, just being him and his father. It didn't really help that his father seemed to prefer his drinking to his own son.
Finally, he stopped at the door, and called, "Dad! I'm going out for awhile, I'll be back soon!" He sighed, shaking his head as he walked out. He hardly thought that his dad had heard him through his drunken stupor.
Despite all this though, he was happy. He had some of the greatest friends he could ask for. Virginie, Anastasie, Tristan, and Henri were some amazing people, and they were insanely supportive. He smiled softly at the thoughts as he headed outside his own apartment building, towards the same café.
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Virginie grinned, sending the last email out from her computer. Her work for the time-being was done, and all that was left was to meet her friends at the same café. She shut down her laptop, and closed it, hearing a click as it fully closed, before putting it in her backpack. She never went anywhere without it. She pulled her black hair back into a low, flowing ponytail, and pushed up her square, black rimmed glasses.
She pushed back her computer chair, and grinned. They could access the internet at the café since it had WiFi, which was always pretty awesome in its own right. She pushed back her computer chair, standing, and headed out of her room, grabbing her coat of a hook as she passed by the kitchen. "Hey, Papa! Mama! I'm heading out to meet my friends, I'll be back before curfew, promise!" She grinned, and received a couple of short nods from her parents. They knew they could trust their young daughter, she never gave them any reason to not trust them at least…
She zipped up her coat, and pulled on her bright orange bucket hat, smiling the whole while, and stepped out of the house, her backpack on, and filled with stuff. She shivered as the cold bit into her skin, and was glad then that she had picked an indoor café. She headed through the cold streets, almost running, but not. It was icy, and she couldn't fall and break the precious laptop that was in her backpack. Then she wouldn't be able to get on it and the café, and she'd need to repair it. It was in beautiful working condition, and she didn't want to do anything at all to change it now.
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Tristan looked up at a nearby clock he had passed on the street and back to his cell phone. Viriginie had sent a message, telling them all to meet at a nearby café so that they could just hang out. He switched the direction he was heading, and headed towards the café, ignoring the biting cold, and the snow that seemed to blow in his face. He reached into his messenger bag at his side, pulling out a pair of warm gloves, and a hat that would help cover his ears. His light blonde hair could only do so much when protecting his head from the cold. He rubbed his hands together, and grinned happily, coming to the front of the café. He pulled open the door, and a blast of warm air hit him, and he took a seat at a table, waiting for his friends to appear. It seemed as if he was the first one to even arrive at the café. Oh well, all the better for him to relax and get warm.
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Henri snored, until his computer dinged loudly. It was loud enough to wake him from his deep sleep, and he pulled himself away from his ever comfortable bed. He saw the email, and yawned, his jaw cracking in the process. "God… Viriginie… you'd better have a good reason besides hanging out for waking me up from my nap…" He sighed, rubbing his eyes, but picked up his backpack on the way out of his room, after smoothing out his rumpled clothes, and trying to make his thick brown hair presentable. His light brown eyes were obviously tired. He seemingly sleepwalked out of his room, and stumbled out the door, making sure that he was bundled up before he left, "Mami, Papi, I'm going out. Viriginie needs me for something… Don't ask me what." He yawned again, and shuffled out of the house, not waiting for his parents answer.
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The time was nearing. The new chosen children were gathering together, and soon… soon they would need to face their destiny.
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AN: Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I decided to pick up writing again, and I can tell its been awhile since I've last written. It's not flowing as well as I'd like, so any and all reviews will be enjoyed. Please review to help me and try to tell me what I can do better, but PLEASE make it constructive when you do so, no flames!
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Also, because I seem to have been put into a C2 archive for authors who "crave" reviews, and involving mary-sues... please disregard this. I was on the impression that all authors, regardless, enjoyed reviews, as I believe it can help them to get better. Also, regarding Mary-Sues... I have not developed my characters enough to be considered Mary-Sues, and will try my hardest to keep them from being so. I hope that it does not turn people away from reading this story, in any way, shape, or form.
I would love to have people read this, I did after all, put this up on the internet for people to read. I am in a way, following the 02 storyline in terms of thinking about the whole international digidestined thing.
