Chapter 1

I drag my suitcase behind me, it stumbles on the loose bits on concrete. My Mom slams the door shut on the cab. She sighs in a mixture of relief and happiness. "My dear Millie, here we are! Paris!" I stare up at the house we've stopped at. It's a nice house, cherry blossoms wrapped around the pillars of the front door, and a porch wrapping round the whole house. Its walls were painted yellow, and the shutters are an off white. I could get used to this. But maybe i should see the inside of the house first. I turn around as i hear someone yelp and trip over. "Marinette?" i ask. I recognise her. We were old childhood best friends, till i moved away to Spain. "Millie? Is that really you?" she asks as i help her up. I pick a leaf out her hair.
"It is," i say awkwardly.
"I haven't seen you since you well...Moved to Madrid."

"It's been a while, but we have moved back now. To the old house actually. Mom always said she planned on coming back." I struggled to meet her gaze. We used to be very close, and when i moved we stayed in contact over phone calls, letters, you name it. But one day...I just stopped. It's almost as if she read my mind. She rested her hand on my shoulder. "We can talk about all that later. Let me help you get your stuff in-"

"It's fine. Mom hired some people to do that for us. Come on." I grab her wrist and we cross the road over to the bakery. Mr. Dupain Cheng is kneading doe and Mrs. Dupain Cheng decorating some macaroons. "Hi there Mr and Mrs Dupain-Cheng," I greet politely, and then me and Mari run upstaitrs before they can reply.

Her room changed...A lot. The walls are the same colour, but she has a make-up desk and a basin inside it, as well as a desk with a PC on top of it. She has a bunk bed now as well. That's so cool! "Woah! Your room had a massive glow-up, i love it."

"Thanks." She says, rubbing her wrists.

"Oh." i can tell she wants to talk about it.

"Why did you cut me off? You ignored everything. You didn't even make up excuses," Mari asked. To be quite frank, she didn't look upset. She looked concerned. "I... Things got hard, that's all." I rubbed the silver dove on my necklace. My thumb traced around its intricate wings, and its strong beak. "Sylvie had an accident. She died, Marinette."

"Why...Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know. I guess it was too painful. A lot was going on." I continued to rub the dove. The gift. From my sister. I noticed Marinette staring at the dove in surprise and curiousity. "What's that? Where'd you get it?"

"Sylvie. She gave me this is the hospital."