Chapter
Seven
"Bonjour
Madamosielle." A man greated me once I went to grab my
luggage.
"Bonjour." I smiled a little.
"Où êtes-vous? Le America?" He
continued the conversation.
Um, he said America right?
"Oui." I looked at him after I yanked my luggage
off the revolver.
"Parlez-vous français?" He smiled at me.
"Um-" I began to say.
"I'm Nate." He laughed sticking out his
hand.
"I just wanted to see how long we could go talking in
French." He smiled at me.
I shook his hand and smiled, "Hope."
"Hmm, Hope. I like that." He thought out loud.
I awkwardly smiled at him, "Well, I have to go
now."
"Oh, me too! Catch ya around. Maybe." He
smiled.
He seemed genuinely nice, but I'm just not that into
meeting new people.
But, part of me hopes that all the people here are that
nice.
I walked outside and was immeditely greeted with bright
sunshine.
Wow, I could get used to this.
I walked over to a cab.
"Bonjour." The driver smiled back at me.
"Bonjour." I replied and handed him a piece of
paper with my boarding school's name on it.
"Moi French is uh bad." I said looking at him.
"I deal with tourists all the time." A smile
appeared across their face.
Great, he's only the second person I made myself look
like a fool in front of.
Wait, he's only the second person I've talked to
since I've arrived in this country.
I plopped down in the back seat and sighed,
"Right."
My school was about a fifteen minute drive from the airport,
not that bad at all.
"How much is it?" I asked.
French cab drivers don't have one of those meter things
on their dashboards.
"On the house. Welcome to France Kiddo, have
fun."
He smiled and helped me get my suitcases out of the
trunk.
He placed them on the curb and drove off.
I stood their on the sidewalk and looked up in awe.
This school was huge and so beautiful.
At least my mom sent me off to some nice place.
I took in a deep breath and started walking through the
gates.
