"Do you have any questions, Ma Cherie?" he looked at her through the rear view mirror.
"No…" she felt weird talking to him, she wished he'd actually of just stayed silent. His accent was something that would take some getting used to, and so was the whole nation talk thing, she highly doubted it was a one-time mentioned piece of insanity and it would probably show up again. Oh, she didn't think about the whole French thing, was he going to make her learn French? She had already been having enough trouble deciding if she wanted to learn Spanish or German and now she might have to learn French. What bout school? Was she going to be homeschooled or was her 'dad' just going to throw her into a French school where she would probably be isolated because she didn't speak the language? Great, now she was going to most likely have a language barrier with her own dad too.
Coming to a stop her father asked her if she needed any help with her, uh luggage, after politely turning him down they walked into the hotel. Her father was there for a meeting with other officials from different Nations, so she was going to be alone in a hotel room for several hours in a hotel that had ego crazed idiots rooming there for a week, perfect. As if she needed another reason to be self-conscience her dad was apparently an important freaking person! She wondered if any of the other officials had an odd illusion about being a Nation.
After brushing her teeth, brushing her hair, and reading her book she was officially bored. She sat staring at the wall for about 15 minutes before she felt like punching it. She could make a story in her head, but it was practically useless after exhausting your imagination for the day and forcing yourself think up a different scenario. It was about an hour until eleven and without anything better to do she tried to sleep, tried being the keyword. It took her hours to get used to the bed at the hotel, and when she finally did fall asleep, at about 3 in the morning, her dad came in, loudly, about 2 hours later. So she did all she could do, kept her eyes closed and tried to block out the clattering idiot that was her father in that dark running into the furniture. When it finally stopped and she could finally close her eyes again to rest…it was time to get up and pack for a plane trip.
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