"Hey sweetie," said Jackson. They were on a date. Marinette was staring into his eyes and trying to read him. She didn't even notice he had spoken. "Marinette?" He asked. Marinette blinked and saw his concerned look.
"Oh sorry baby. I'm a little preoccupied. Ya know, since I'm leaving tomorrow?" She said. She hoped the day would never come but tomorrow she would have to say goodbye. "What's up?"
"I'm really gonna miss you, you know that right?" He asked. She nodded doubtfully. Was he about to break up with her? She could hear the hesitation in his voice but then he laughed. "You're not gonna cheat on me in Paris right? All those French boys will be tempting." She laughed with him.
"Of course not! Now stop messing around. I want to talk with you a bit longer before I have to leave. You're gonna be there when I leave tomorrow, right?" She asked. He smiled and held her hand.
"Oui," he joked.
The next morning:
Marinette was grabbing the last bits of her belongings. The sleeping bag she had been using for the past week, her purse, her lamp, and of course the last poster she had left on her wall. It was a picture of her at school with her friends. She wanted to keep it up as long as possible. She shoved it into her purse and zipped it up being careful not to rip it. Then she slowly trudged to the door making sure she gave the house one last look around. She searched every wall and floor hoping it would somehow provide a hint that this was all just a big joke and she would be staying forever. When she reached the door she stood an extra minute longer just to savor the moment but once she stepped out it was all over. Her suitcase was packed in the trunk the night before and everything else had already been flown to Paris a week ago. Jackson, Raissa, Blythe, Alex, Nathan, and some of her other close friends were waiting outside along with her father and mother.
"Guess it time to go," she said sadly. She looked over all the faces watching her and some part of her heart just shattered. She burst into tears and ran back to the house. She didn't make it too far though. She tripped on the front steps and skimmed her knees. It just made her cry harder. The group ran to her. Jackson was the first to reach her. She couldn't look at him. She didn't want to cry more. Her father stepped up and pulled her to her feet. She then went around the group and hugged each of them. When she got to Jackson she held him extra long. She knew their love would last forever somehow. Then she kissed him. It was sweet and short but it felt like magic. He looked shocked. It was their first kiss ever and little did they know it would be their last. After glancing up at him once more she rushed to the car and her parents drove off while she waved at her friends through the window. Time for a new adventure right?