A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Made me so happy! Im not all that satisfied with this chapter, but it was the best i could come up with. I know it's kind of slow, but I dont wanna rush it. I promise it will get better. Meanwhile, just R/R!
After many hours of driving, the bus reached Paris. It stopped outside an old stone building, which was placed in a peaceful by-street. Big flowers grew along the yellow walls, and the morning sun reflected in the huge windows.
The chauffeur turned around and noted that most of the passangers were asleep. He reached out and grabbed the microphone to his left, turned it on, and gently tapped it with two fingers. Then he cleared his throat and began to speak.
"This is your chauffeur speaking. We have arrived at your hotel, so everyone must leave the bus. Remember your bagage, and please clean up eventual garbage. Thank you."
The passengers that were still asleep woke up at the sound of the chauffeur's voice, including Violet. She yawned, rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and opened them. However, she closed them again rather quickly when the sharp sunlight hit her.
"Ow!" She quickly turned her head from the window, and blinked a few times in an attempt to make the black spots that danced across her vision disappear.
"Damn," she mumbled. "Stupid sun!" She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, stretched, and took her bag up from the floor. After having picked up her discarded candy paper and thrown in in the small plastic bag next to her seat, she left the bus and stepped out unto the Parisian street.
The air was warm, and there was a special kind of smell in the air, like wine and summer. Violet took a deep breath, enjoying the fresh air after having been confined in the rusty bus for several hours.
'So this is Paris', she thought to herself. 'The city of love'. It defiantly had a special something about it, Violet could tell just by having been there for a few minutes. She stood on the sidewalk for a moment, breathing in the special smell of the city and feeling the sunlight warm her skin. Then, she went to retrieve her luggage.
She found it between several identical suitcases. She almost got into an argument with an over-sized lady who claimed to be the owner, but after having been forced to open it and show of some of its items, proving it was hers, Violet finally got to take it with her into the lobby. The first thing she noticed was how horribly ugly this room was compared to the beautiful facade. It was painted in a green color, and along the walls stood brown leather furniture and small wooden tables with flowers on them. She silently prayed that the room she would be staying were better decorated than this.
After having checked in, and a snobby little piccolo had carried her luggage to her room, Violet collapsed in a huge chair. To her relief, she saw that her room wasn't painted in the horrible color from the lobby, and the furniture wasn't dark and dominating. Instead, the walls were painted in white, and most of the furniture was made of light wood. Beside the bed stood a small table with a glass vase, containing white roses.
She stood up an grabbed one, twirling it between her fingers. Roses were her favorite flowers. It didn't matter what color they had, as long as they still had that sweet smell. It made her fell so relaxed, so calm. She carefully ran her fingertips over the soft petals, and then picked one of. And another, and another, until every last petal was separated from the stem.
She looked at the ruined flower in her hand, not really knowing why she had destroyed it. Such a beautiful thing. 'Well, doesn't matter', she thought. She went over to the window and opened it. The warm summer air hit her, and she sighed with pleasure. Then, she threw the petals into the wind. They danced through the air, before disappearing out of view.
Violet leaned against the window frame, looking out on Paris.
'Beautiful city', she though to herself. 'Im defiantly gonna enjoy it here'.