1 chapter 1

Emily's Pov

I ran through the stairs i spot my bully shouting by me "what's up spookiefork!" he strangely

appeared to my face again to just make me upset every single day he always does that

since i transferred into this fudging school!.

I walked through our room to just gaze my adviser's ungrateful face "you failed the exam,

miss.Emily tucker!" my teacher's dissatisfied to my score but who cares? "woah 12 out of 70"

he continued "what happened miss tucker?" and continued "i don't know?" me saying it lazy

beacause i am lazy.

By the time that I'll sit on my chair in the corner of the room i heard them sharing their big

scores 68,50,66,65,49 especially the ones that part of the bully-gully who just minding

people or students just to bully me and the others but i do not care!!.

Our school time is nearly finished and my feet can't wait to go out because i really wanna go

to paris!.

Just i sight my mom's face in the living room a dissatisfied excitedly face kind of thing? Why

would people mix unhappy to excited face?

"you failed the exam?" her asking like shocked now i know who cares

"what's new then?" i greatly answered

"okay okay pack now we have to catch-up" mom immediately talking blabbering.

This is us running through the taxi because it's too late now to find an another taxi, i could

just feel the freezing air and my hair swinging on the air we're too slow running because

we're running with heavy things that we don't really need though they packed it because they

said they're gonna miss that thing and as we run i could feel falling down and i felt something

on my feet that feels something hard i just saw the things that I've been holding flying

through the air and going down to the ground my feet and knee hurts though because i

tripped i saw mom,dad,sistah stopped running because again i tripped I can't stand up "oh

mah god" my mom shouting like I'm a 5 year old who's naive and shockingly tripped.

They helped me to stand up i can still stand although my feet and knee is aching hopefully

I'm wearing jeans so that means my skin is not bleeding but my bones cracked. My feet

through the knee felt noodles.

I saw the taxi came back and said "where are we heading to?" fudge you! We've been

running throughout and making us like a fool then your gonna coming back to say 'where are

we heading to?' i tripped because of you! Now my feet and knee hurts because of you! Now

we're tired because we run and run and still because of you!! the hell is that? we end up to

the same taxi though the taxi who made me and my family look like a fool.

But we've got no choice because we can't find another taxi at this time.

I felt travel sick with the fudging taxi and i saw a big sign that says 'AIRPORT'.

I opened my beautiful eyes because i had a nightmare and then i saw the plane but not

really the plane but next thing i know that we're landing to the airport this was my first time in

airplane though.

I could nearly smell the city its like a cozy warm hug! A beautiful fragrant smell of Paris!! A

cold freezing snow came to welcome me and my family this is cold and i just wore a dark

shirt and a blue'ish jeans.

They serve good food here and as i scoop there pasta it feels—tastes like a salt but there's

something special in it? that i can't figure out compared to texas they're pizza is just different

it hits you different. i can't barely see anything in here all i can see was my food chair table

with a little bit of people seriouly I can't see anything here or it's just because it's midnight?.

There only a few people here because it's midnight i asked my big sistah if she's will use the

comfort roon too but she said 'no' so i immediately ran to the cr or comfort room i even heard

my mummy she says mummy things 'be careful emily' i just found it therapeutic, the comfort

room is a bit of empty so i just immediately use it.

When i exited the comfort room something caught my eye a guy who wore a dark hoodie I

can't see his face because i can't even see anything but i feel his sneaking or

searching—stalking someone i felt like being watched so i took-off after him. I saw him

walking-running like he knows I'm chasing him i felt I'm nervous because I'm really am "hey

hey" i suddenly shouted to him because he was creepy (even though he's creepy i still ran

after him because i think he's kind of spying) I tapped his back i saw him turn left but when i

turn left tol but i was late i just saw the dark swallowing the guy but something caught my

attention even it's snowing I'm sweating and i could feel it my face is sweating! but the house

creepy dark thing caught my attention i saw goverment property on a paper sticked on the

wall and an another one 'the warren's house' is it the the warren's house or the government

property it's a bit creepy or it's creepy because it's just dark? I opened the door and sounded

like a mouse that squeaking loudly.

It was quiet dark and then i saw some pictures with a great great great grandmother vibes

the picture is quite silence because of the black and white picture.

I heard someone stepped on the door that made my me scream out loud i saw some

flashlight that pointing on my face no it wasn't a flashlight is that a green flashlight?! definitely

its a lazer but why would people in France point a lazer to someone who just travel. When i

turn back to see who pointed it and . . . it—how? It's a paris police? "this is a government

property get out!!" the police suddenly speak-loud and pointing a gun to me.

I swing up high my hands into the air, "i-i ju.. um i please.. i j-u-us-" me talking bla bla bla

"shut your mouth!" the second french police yelled out loud i just i ughhh i can't focus how

did i end up here?

I walked out—no they pushed me out! I'm nervously—sweating whatever when they kicked

my butt out i sight three of them how did they know I'm here the hoodie guy walked pass by

the french police and through the stairs while looking at my black eyes the french police

holding is my hands so tight that it's gonna torn apart i heard the french police talking french.

Some brilliant idea 'ting' to my freaking head!

"why are you smiling freak—american?" the french police face looked at me

badly,seriously,suspiciously.

I kicked him super hard in his stomach that almost made him puke blood i pushed my hands

but it wasn't enough that didn't help me but my foot is i kicked these two french with my foot,i

kicked the french with my right foot and rolled over to kick the other fudging french i could

feel the freezing ice—snow because i only wore slippers and then it flew away because i

kicked these three idiots i felt the freedom because of their hand got off my pulse. "puke

blood idiots!!" i screamed badly and ran away.

I'll say or tip to these soldier—police french that never pick a fight with the daughter of the

martial arts champion.

I whispered—succesfully ran "idiots!".