Juliette’s point of view:
Great just great my first day in this unnamed state and I had to spend it some cheap hotel. I screamed at my father in Dutch.
I am sorry sweetie but how was I supposed to know that our luggage would get lost. I replied in Spanish.
If we just would have stayed home none of this would have happened. I screeched in Russian, from the nasty two star bathroom.
Well please just get ready for bed and we will finish this conversation in the morning. He said with a steady tone in English.
Why do you always do this every time we are having a conversation you put it of till the morning when I barely remember what we are talking about. I yelled in Dutch. Well not this time I won’t forget because we are gonna talk about it now. I said stern and in plain French.
I do not appreciate you talking to me in that tone young lady now off to bed you go no television. He said looking at my reflection in the tiny bathroom mirror.
Ugh… je vous déteste (I hate you)! I yelled almost loud enough for the people in the next room to hear.
School was starting in about two weeks but I don’t even have my luggage! I thought while I stared at the plain boring white ceiling, my father lay snoring on his uncomfortable rollaway bed. I hate this why can’t I be a normal child? I screamed in my mind I was so mad it felt like the room was getting hotter and hotter. I got I slight head ache later on because of it! And that’s when I came up with the plan!
I was gonna change my whole style! I would hide my body under bulky clothing and I wouldn’t even wear makeup I would be very quiet during class and shy to anyone who would talk to me and to top it off I was gonna be friends with the most unpopular girl in school. So guys would leave me alone I would act smart in front of them. American boy’s HATE when girls are smarter than them.
As I thought up ways to make my way to the unpopular category at my new school I grinned from ear to ear and chuckled but I guess laying on my back was a bad idea since I started choking on my own saliva! My dad quickly sat up and asked me what was wrong in Dutch! But I told him I was fine and that he should go back to sleep in English. He turned over and started snoring again. My eye’s watered a little bit but I still chuckled as I continued my little plan.
I got up and made my way to the closet in the dark which again wasn’t a good Idea because I stubbed my toe on my father’s rollaway bed. I tried to hold back a loud screech that was on the tip of my tongue. Instead I just sank to the floor holding my toes rubbing out the pain. I sat there silently in the dark on the stained carpet screaming my brains out in my mind!
I got up and felt my way to the little coat closet where I stashed my carryon bag. I grabbed it and hopped back over toward my bed. I almost stubbed my toe again but I felt the bed with my hands so I wouldn’t hurt my little toe again!I stuck my hand in the bag and searched around for my pad and pencil. I ALWAYS had my pad and pencil with me. The pad had drawings of linked chains on the back which made their way all the way to the front of the pad where the chain ends were hooked together by a heavy duty pad lock; across the top I stuck a strip of police tape at the top. It was neon yellow with the word Caution in big bold letters printed more than once. I was great at drawing and writing. So everything I did featured my own personalized drawings. The pencil was specially made just for me it had my first and last name stamped onto the side and it was mechanical so I could use it forever. I kept these two things with me where ever I went I wrote whatever was on my mind in there sometimes it would be a poem or just simply a short dairy entrée but somehow I always ended up writing letters that I would never send to people in there! Telling them what I really thought about them no matter what language (including curses)! I often wrote reminders and love notes in there as well as not so short stories. But today I opened to a fresh new page and wrote in large cursive letters: Operation Unpopular at the top! Any idea that popped into my head I quickly jotted it down beside a bullet point. Soon the whole page was full of ideas. Tomorrow was my day to go to work! But for now I’ll just lay here for awhile I won’t fall asleep because I have way too many ideas in my head. As my heart pounded in my chest excitedly approving my plan I stared at the hotel ceiling. After a while when I got bored I dug in my carryon bag for my I-touch. When my fingers finally found it I stuck the bejeweled earphones in my ear and searched for my favorite night song. It’s called Despertar by Aisha Duo. This was my favorite song to fall asleep to, it had no lyrics just a blend of instruments. My eye’s got heavy and I lay there in silence as my toe throbbed. Soon I was in a comfortable sleep.
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Monday, November 23, 2009
CHAPTER THREE
Juliette’s point of view:
Next thing I know my father is waking me up because it was time to get off the plane. I felt like I was walking to my doom as I took my carryon bag out of its huge chubby, and started down the ramp to my new American lifestyle.
As soon as I got to the American Airline luggage claim I found a Boy looking at me with interest. I flashed a smile (which was probably a bad idea). My dad had just gone to the bathroom and the population of people at the luggage claim was becoming less and less. Soon the boy and I were the only people standing there waiting for a luggage to come out into view on the conveyor belt. This is normally about the time when the perfect smile I give to some people comes back and bites me. He looked over at me and flashed what I call a hundred watt smile which means that he’s interested but doesn’t want to make the first move until they are sure that you will respond positively. This was usually the worst way to see if the girl will like you enough, but it is a very common thing among American boys! I thought with a smirk.
I pretended not to see him smiling at me. But I guess he was what Americans would say a player or womanizer, because he waited about five seconds for a response then walked toward me keeping his hundred watt smile intact.
Hey I am Jonathan, What’s your name? He asked me with a ten watt smile.
Bonjour Monsieur, parler vous France? I asked pretending I did not speak English
He looked at me with amaze and even more interest.
Bonjour mademoiselle, oui parler vous France! He replied in French.
Darn I found one that speaks more than one language. I looked at him up and down and gave him that look that says I don’t know if I should talk to you because your giving me I and I am desperate vibe!
Hello Jonathan, my name is Amy. I said fibbing about my name in English.
Oh so you do speak English. His voice dripped with excitement and a hint of desperation as he spoke.
Oui, oh sorry I mean yes! I said without even looking him in the eye.
So did they lose your luggage to? He asked trying to start a conversation before he would ask for my number later on!
Umm… there could only one reason that I am still sitting here other than looking for luggage and that would be hitting on you. But from the vibe I was giving him he already knew (or should know) that I was waiting for my luggage! I thought with a few weird faces.
Well my luggage did not come out and the conveyor belt isn’t even rotating anymore. I replied giving him the cold shoulder attitude.
Oh, well do you want to go to the desk and ask whether or not we should come back tomorrow to get our luggage that was “lost”. He asked hoping he would get to see me again tomorrow.
But I know how to end the deal with this guy who obviously already gotten his luggage cause it was in a very messy pile on the floor behind him.
Ummm… sure I just have to wait a few seconds he should be out in a second. I said looking over toward the men’s Bathroom.
May I ask who you are waiting for your uncle or dad or something? He asked putting himself right inside my little trap.
Oh no I am waiting for my boyfriend to come out of the bathroom he had to change out of his military uniform. I said looking deep in his eyes.
You know what, I think I am at the wrong luggage claim anyway and it’s probably sitting there by my girlfriend is looking for me. He said trying to prove that other girls want him and that I wasn’t needed.
Umm… ok well why is your girlfriend all by herself shouldn’t you be with her? I asked in an innocent voice.
Oh Ummm…. I got to go to Ummm find ok I’ve got to go. He stammered on as he grabbed his bags from the pile on the floor and ran to the exit.
I chuckled under my breath and whispered all American boys are so predictable! When my FATHER came out of the bathroom we walked over to the desk to have our luggage located and see if we could have it sent to our new casa ( I mean home)
Your luggage was put on the wrong plane Mr. Jadoré we are so sorry for the inconvenience. The tall lady said behind the desk sweetly.
Ok well can we have the bags shipped to our house or should we just wait here for them to arrive. I replied quickly.
Umm… well you your luggage is on a plane to Asia right now. But we can have them shipped to your address and they should arrive within 2-3 days. She said with uncertainty.
Ok well that would be great if my father knew the address of our house! I replied sticking my earphone’s to my I -pod in my ear.
The woman gave us a look like then there is only one thing we can do. You can spend the night at the hotel across the street for one night for free and we will have them shipped to your suite.
I plopped down on a little chair that seemed to be half broken.
I had already known what type of conversation my father and this lady were having and that means that my first night in this nameless state would be at some two star hotels that is very uncomfortable and nasty. And I hadn’t even pulled out my headphones to hear what they were saying!
I whispered a very bad word in French just barely loud enough for my dad to hear.
He turned around and gave me the behave look. I shrugged my shoulders grabbed my carryon bag and walked over to the desk piercing my eyes into the the lady behind the desk. My eyes always told what mood I was in. and for most boys they would start to like me because of them. They were many different colors like brown, green, and grey and just full of expression.
The lady stretched the arm out toward my dad holding the paper that will allow us to stay at that dump (I mean hotel) for free. But I wasn’t gonna wait for my dad to untangle his arms from his heavy carryon bag, so I snatched the paper and headed for the nearest exit. And all this without even taking the headphones out of my ears. I knew that as we walked away the lady behind the desk was lost in a sheet of confusion.
Next thing I know my father is waking me up because it was time to get off the plane. I felt like I was walking to my doom as I took my carryon bag out of its huge chubby, and started down the ramp to my new American lifestyle.
As soon as I got to the American Airline luggage claim I found a Boy looking at me with interest. I flashed a smile (which was probably a bad idea). My dad had just gone to the bathroom and the population of people at the luggage claim was becoming less and less. Soon the boy and I were the only people standing there waiting for a luggage to come out into view on the conveyor belt. This is normally about the time when the perfect smile I give to some people comes back and bites me. He looked over at me and flashed what I call a hundred watt smile which means that he’s interested but doesn’t want to make the first move until they are sure that you will respond positively. This was usually the worst way to see if the girl will like you enough, but it is a very common thing among American boys! I thought with a smirk.
I pretended not to see him smiling at me. But I guess he was what Americans would say a player or womanizer, because he waited about five seconds for a response then walked toward me keeping his hundred watt smile intact.
Hey I am Jonathan, What’s your name? He asked me with a ten watt smile.
Bonjour Monsieur, parler vous France? I asked pretending I did not speak English
He looked at me with amaze and even more interest.
Bonjour mademoiselle, oui parler vous France! He replied in French.
Darn I found one that speaks more than one language. I looked at him up and down and gave him that look that says I don’t know if I should talk to you because your giving me I and I am desperate vibe!
Hello Jonathan, my name is Amy. I said fibbing about my name in English.
Oh so you do speak English. His voice dripped with excitement and a hint of desperation as he spoke.
Oui, oh sorry I mean yes! I said without even looking him in the eye.
So did they lose your luggage to? He asked trying to start a conversation before he would ask for my number later on!
Umm… there could only one reason that I am still sitting here other than looking for luggage and that would be hitting on you. But from the vibe I was giving him he already knew (or should know) that I was waiting for my luggage! I thought with a few weird faces.
Well my luggage did not come out and the conveyor belt isn’t even rotating anymore. I replied giving him the cold shoulder attitude.
Oh, well do you want to go to the desk and ask whether or not we should come back tomorrow to get our luggage that was “lost”. He asked hoping he would get to see me again tomorrow.
But I know how to end the deal with this guy who obviously already gotten his luggage cause it was in a very messy pile on the floor behind him.
Ummm… sure I just have to wait a few seconds he should be out in a second. I said looking over toward the men’s Bathroom.
May I ask who you are waiting for your uncle or dad or something? He asked putting himself right inside my little trap.
Oh no I am waiting for my boyfriend to come out of the bathroom he had to change out of his military uniform. I said looking deep in his eyes.
You know what, I think I am at the wrong luggage claim anyway and it’s probably sitting there by my girlfriend is looking for me. He said trying to prove that other girls want him and that I wasn’t needed.
Umm… ok well why is your girlfriend all by herself shouldn’t you be with her? I asked in an innocent voice.
Oh Ummm…. I got to go to Ummm find ok I’ve got to go. He stammered on as he grabbed his bags from the pile on the floor and ran to the exit.
I chuckled under my breath and whispered all American boys are so predictable! When my FATHER came out of the bathroom we walked over to the desk to have our luggage located and see if we could have it sent to our new casa ( I mean home)
Your luggage was put on the wrong plane Mr. Jadoré we are so sorry for the inconvenience. The tall lady said behind the desk sweetly.
Ok well can we have the bags shipped to our house or should we just wait here for them to arrive. I replied quickly.
Umm… well you your luggage is on a plane to Asia right now. But we can have them shipped to your address and they should arrive within 2-3 days. She said with uncertainty.
Ok well that would be great if my father knew the address of our house! I replied sticking my earphone’s to my I -pod in my ear.
The woman gave us a look like then there is only one thing we can do. You can spend the night at the hotel across the street for one night for free and we will have them shipped to your suite.
I plopped down on a little chair that seemed to be half broken.
I had already known what type of conversation my father and this lady were having and that means that my first night in this nameless state would be at some two star hotels that is very uncomfortable and nasty. And I hadn’t even pulled out my headphones to hear what they were saying!
I whispered a very bad word in French just barely loud enough for my dad to hear.
He turned around and gave me the behave look. I shrugged my shoulders grabbed my carryon bag and walked over to the desk piercing my eyes into the the lady behind the desk. My eyes always told what mood I was in. and for most boys they would start to like me because of them. They were many different colors like brown, green, and grey and just full of expression.
The lady stretched the arm out toward my dad holding the paper that will allow us to stay at that dump (I mean hotel) for free. But I wasn’t gonna wait for my dad to untangle his arms from his heavy carryon bag, so I snatched the paper and headed for the nearest exit. And all this without even taking the headphones out of my ears. I knew that as we walked away the lady behind the desk was lost in a sheet of confusion.
Chapter one (when Marco falls in love)
Juliette's Point of view:
WE ARE MOVING, AGAIN! I yelled
We have to move Juliette. My father replied calmly.
But dad we just moved here and I finally started making friends why do they keep doing this? I screamed holding back tears.
You know why we have to move! My job just keeps relocating. He said with a deep tone.
JE VOUS DÉTESTE! (I HATE YOU) I screamed at him in French. I angrily stomped away and slammed my bedroom door.
Oh come on Juliette I am positive this is the last time we will get relocated. You know when we get relocated I get paid more and you get what you want.
You said that the last three times father, but we keep moving. And I don’t get what I want because what I want is to move back to France an d see my mother. I hate this bloody country! I screeched with an English accent, through my door.
There was a knock on my door but I wasn’t going to open it. He could not get it open no matter what he did, I have a new lock on my door and I hid the key from him! I did have a pretty sweet life I guess! I got to move all around the world and try out the latest technology (including locks that keep annoying parents out)! I even speak ten different languages including English with and without an accent, Spanish, French, German, Russian, Japanese, Portuguese, Chinese, Dutch, Arabic, and a little sign language. This is my third time moving back to America. What’s so special about America? Even New York wasn’t as amusing as all the stories I have heard about it. They call it the city that never sleeps but I saw a bunch of poor people sleeping in a cardboard box! Where are we moving in America now anyway?
I think you will like it there! I heard my father say from inside the bathroom.
Well how would I know if you won’t tell me? I replied, half in German.
You See Father! I am so messed up learning all of these different languages. It can’t possibly be good for me! What happens if I get all these languages confused?
You won’t get them mixed up trust me you’re a bright girl! My father replied with toothpaste in his mouth. HURRY UP OR WE WILL MISS OUR FLIGHT! He mumbled while trying to gargle the Listerine.
It’s a good thing I speak Gibberish! I thought.
I was in no hurry to move back to America, so I took my sweet time as I slipped into my customized name jeans, jeweled studded shirt, and my favorite purple air force ones, A.K.A my favorite outfit ever! As you can probably tell I love purple if not WAKE UP! My mother gave it to me before she lost her parental rights to me. Those jeans were always getting me into the popular group at any school in America I went to! They had my name going down one leg in silver glitter and purple decorations. They made me popular but also made lots of people hate me because they didn’t have them!
*******
This airport was ten times nicer than any other airport I had ever been to in my life! But that didn’t matter since it was taking me back to America!
The wait was so long and the plane was just a few feet away from where I went through security. First class was just calling my name!
I do not want to go back Papa. I said loudly in Arabic. Everyone stared at me in concern but I ignored them. I was way too busy trying to get my dad to just quit his stupid job.
Well we have already payed for all of this and I doubt you would have gone through this whole security mess just to go home to France.
Finally we got on the plane for my fourth trip to America! First class was awesome as usual! The only perk to moving is the great service in first class.
Excuse me miss! I politely said to a flight attendant
Yes Miss Jadoré. She replied sweetly.
May I please have some Grape soda? I asked
Yes would you like Fanta or Crush? She asked
Fanta of course! I said in a wasn’t-that-obvious voice.
Great choice miss, I’ll be right back with your drink miss! She said on her way to get the soda.
I wish they would all stop calling me miss it makes me sound old! I mumbled.
When she returned with the soda I pulled a twisler out of the pack in my carry on.
Twislers are my favorite straws in grape soda! I chewed the top part and end part of the twisler and stuck it in the can. I slipped into a comfortable day dream while sipping my soda about me and my mother and me playing in our backyard in France. After my day dream I slipped into a real dream as I fell asleep in my extra large first class cabin which was extra comfortable.
WE ARE MOVING, AGAIN! I yelled
We have to move Juliette. My father replied calmly.
But dad we just moved here and I finally started making friends why do they keep doing this? I screamed holding back tears.
You know why we have to move! My job just keeps relocating. He said with a deep tone.
JE VOUS DÉTESTE! (I HATE YOU) I screamed at him in French. I angrily stomped away and slammed my bedroom door.
Oh come on Juliette I am positive this is the last time we will get relocated. You know when we get relocated I get paid more and you get what you want.
You said that the last three times father, but we keep moving. And I don’t get what I want because what I want is to move back to France an d see my mother. I hate this bloody country! I screeched with an English accent, through my door.
There was a knock on my door but I wasn’t going to open it. He could not get it open no matter what he did, I have a new lock on my door and I hid the key from him! I did have a pretty sweet life I guess! I got to move all around the world and try out the latest technology (including locks that keep annoying parents out)! I even speak ten different languages including English with and without an accent, Spanish, French, German, Russian, Japanese, Portuguese, Chinese, Dutch, Arabic, and a little sign language. This is my third time moving back to America. What’s so special about America? Even New York wasn’t as amusing as all the stories I have heard about it. They call it the city that never sleeps but I saw a bunch of poor people sleeping in a cardboard box! Where are we moving in America now anyway?
I think you will like it there! I heard my father say from inside the bathroom.
Well how would I know if you won’t tell me? I replied, half in German.
You See Father! I am so messed up learning all of these different languages. It can’t possibly be good for me! What happens if I get all these languages confused?
You won’t get them mixed up trust me you’re a bright girl! My father replied with toothpaste in his mouth. HURRY UP OR WE WILL MISS OUR FLIGHT! He mumbled while trying to gargle the Listerine.
It’s a good thing I speak Gibberish! I thought.
I was in no hurry to move back to America, so I took my sweet time as I slipped into my customized name jeans, jeweled studded shirt, and my favorite purple air force ones, A.K.A my favorite outfit ever! As you can probably tell I love purple if not WAKE UP! My mother gave it to me before she lost her parental rights to me. Those jeans were always getting me into the popular group at any school in America I went to! They had my name going down one leg in silver glitter and purple decorations. They made me popular but also made lots of people hate me because they didn’t have them!
*******
This airport was ten times nicer than any other airport I had ever been to in my life! But that didn’t matter since it was taking me back to America!
The wait was so long and the plane was just a few feet away from where I went through security. First class was just calling my name!
I do not want to go back Papa. I said loudly in Arabic. Everyone stared at me in concern but I ignored them. I was way too busy trying to get my dad to just quit his stupid job.
Well we have already payed for all of this and I doubt you would have gone through this whole security mess just to go home to France.
Finally we got on the plane for my fourth trip to America! First class was awesome as usual! The only perk to moving is the great service in first class.
Excuse me miss! I politely said to a flight attendant
Yes Miss Jadoré. She replied sweetly.
May I please have some Grape soda? I asked
Yes would you like Fanta or Crush? She asked
Fanta of course! I said in a wasn’t-that-obvious voice.
Great choice miss, I’ll be right back with your drink miss! She said on her way to get the soda.
I wish they would all stop calling me miss it makes me sound old! I mumbled.
When she returned with the soda I pulled a twisler out of the pack in my carry on.
Twislers are my favorite straws in grape soda! I chewed the top part and end part of the twisler and stuck it in the can. I slipped into a comfortable day dream while sipping my soda about me and my mother and me playing in our backyard in France. After my day dream I slipped into a real dream as I fell asleep in my extra large first class cabin which was extra comfortable.
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