After we walked around the museum for a bit we were all hungry so we decided to find a restaurant near by instead of eating at the cafeteria the museum had.

We heard from a couple other people that the food there wasn't exactly...delicious.

"I'll be right back." I said to the group. "I have to use the restroom. I'll meet you guys outside." I added.

"Alright, dear." Mr. Flynn-Fletcher said. "Do hurry. I believe the boys are wasting away." He added dramatically.

I nodded and walked away with my white purse strap hanging from my shoulder.

I found my way to the bathroom and entered one of the stalls before hanging my purse on the little metal hook on the back of the door and doing my business.

When I was done I washed my hands and exited the bathroom before making my way to the big glass front doors where I could see the Flynn-Fletchers waiting patiently.

When I walked out and was met by the bright sun I squinted a little from the brightness.

It must've been really dark inside.

"Ready to go?" Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher asked when I joined my second family once again.

I nodded and we decided to walk through town instead of driving since it was such a nice day.

"Izzy, are you-?" Phineas started to ask when we were a few blocks from the museum.

"Yes Phin, I'm okay." I interrupted before giggling as the boy beside me blushed profusely.

"Okay, well, I was just-..." Phineas trailed off. "just checking." He finished before catching up with Ferb who was far ahead since he had such long legs, -leaving me to myself as I looked at the flowers we were walking past.

"Miss!" A French man with a very heavy accent said as he practically jumped out in front of me, -holding a bouquet of beautiful white lilies in his hands.

He was a little chubby, had a small mustache upon his upper lip, and dark brown hair. He had a white and blue horizontal striped t-shirt, black pants and shoes and a dark blue beret finished off the traditional look as sparkles of excitement danced in his green eyes.

"Would you like to purchase some locally grown Lillies?" He urged as he held the flowers towards me.

I smiled politely and held my hand in front of me and shook my head, -signaling a "no thank you", but he wouldn't have it.

He went on about how beautiful they were and how fresh and sweet smelling, as he tried harder and harder to convince me that I should buy them.

As he babbled on in his accent I could barely understand, I glanced behind him to see the Flynn-Fletcher's getting farther away as they neared a busy street corner.

"No, thank you." I tried again as I attempted to walk past him, but he moved with me and started his speech from the beginning.

"Excuse me, but I have to catch up with my friends." I insisted as I again, smiled politely -this time a little more forced- and walked around him, leaving him to catch another buyer.

Thank goodness I got away from him! I thought as I quickly walked towards the street corner where I had seen the Flynn-Fletcher's turn left onto another busy street.

I couldn't see them, but I was sure they were just around this corner.

As I was walking, someone bumped into me making me stumble back as they kept walking.

"Excuse you." I grumbled as I recovered and turned the corner only to find a crowd of people, and no Flynn-Fletcher's.

I searched over the crowd for orange, red, or green hair, but I didn't see anyone. Great.

I quickly merged into the bustling crowd in the next street and searched for anyone I knew, and looking over the heads of people to see if I could spot Ferb, who was the tallest of the group, but no such luck.

I felt my stomach drop and my breathing start to speed up as I started to panic.

I didn't speak French, so I couldn't really ask for help.
I didn't want to go back to that other guy, and I have no idea where the boys and their parents could be.

I only realized I had stopped in the middle of the sidewalk as people walked around me, until someone accidentally stepped on my foot.
After I silently cursed the woman in high heels, I made my way to the outside brick wall of a building and leaned against it as I figured out what to do, -searching the crowds at the same time.

I know! I could call them!

At this thought I reached for my purse I assumed hung from my shoulder, but only found air in the place where my small white bag would be.

I looked down and noticed I didn't have it! I must've left it in the bathroom back at the museum, which I have no idea how to find my way back to!

I groaned as I slid down the wall and set my head on my arms which were now resting on my knees that had been pulled up to my chest.

I just had to put my phone in my purse.
Usually I don't do that since I like to put it in my pocket so I don't have to carry my purse around all the time, but today I had unfortunately chosen to break that pattern.

I guess I could find my way back to the museum or the hotel, or maybe walk around and check all the restaurants and cafés for the group, but I'm afraid if I walk around, I'll get even more lost.

There's no winning.
Being lost in a country where you can't speak the local language isn't the greatest idea in the world.

"Do you need help, young miss?" I heard a scratchy, accented male voice ask me.

I couldn't place his accent, but it certainly wasn't French.

Ooh, who is it?
You'll have to wait for the next chapter to find out, or maybe the next.

Anywho!
Today I'm playing violin in the choir for my co-op!
I hope I don't get all super nervous. Yesterday at the dress rehearsal I was shaking so bad I kept Maine horrible squeaks and weird noises because my hands couldn't control the bow very well! It was horrible!
~Joy