The fourth and fucking final.
Who knew moving back to her old town would be one of the worst and best decisions she's ever made.
After currently facing the many many many obstacles through the past two years maybe she could end senior year with a b...
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Hear me out.
Paris looks crap.
Yes it's a tourist attraction and it gives of all the type of nostalgia it needed. But some of Paris isn't really shown out to the world.
Every single city has a downfall and that's why I'm so glad that it looks a little crappy. Because it shows the reality that you can't escape from anything crap.
I sat in the taxi and I managed to give instructions to the driver and thankfully he understood. But I got the impression that they they don't like Americans. Probably because they think we're all stereotypical.
And we probably are in their eyes. No offence to my country.
I was staying at Les Plumes Hôtel. Which thankfully was apprently right around the corner to Isaacs apartment building. I haven't texted or seen him that I'm Paris yet. He knows I'm coming. He doesn't know that I'm a street away because my flight was canceled.
I was met by this pretty building and I couldn't help but just stare at it for minutes at it widening my eyes. Lydia Martin how the hell did you find this luxury.
I got out the Taxi and I ran to the trunk overexcited grabbing my suitcase out and I couldn't help but run inside the hotel ready to see my room. I'm kinda pissed of that I'm only staying here for a night.
Isaac insisted to me that it was okay that I was staying in his apartment but he told me that he also promised his friend that her brother could stay one night. So I booked a hotel for the night and morning after.
I walked to the front desk and I was introduced to pretty lights everywhere with the sweetest lounging in the lobby.
Okay Miss Monroe. Let's see if your teaching paid off. "Je voudrais und chambre sil vous plate." Aced it. Definetly aced it.
"Une chambre?" The main receptionist had repeated and I nodded putting on the biggest fake smile. "Oui. Aussi cet hotel est beau." Okay do you know what. I think this Paris thing is having an influence on my French. I'm suprisingly not blurting random words out.
"Cest possible si je peux aussi un balcon?" I asked and the receptionist nodded. "Oui."
Oh here's how the conversation went. I would like one bedroom please?" "One bedroom?" "Yes also this hotel is beautiful." "Is it possible if I can also have a balcony?" "Yes."
"Merci." I thanked him forcing another smile and one of the hotel workers came up to me and they decided to take my suitcase as I was handed a key to my room. Thankfully my room was already booked by Lydia so she knew exactly what I wanted.
I got bought up to my room only to be greeted with a lovely view coming straight from the balcony and I immediately kicked my shoes of jumping on my bed.
