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i'm doomed... i'm going to labuan matriculation college next week and... well.. HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO POST NEW CHAPTERS??? i still don't know the password for their wifi over there!! for this badge though... if it's still the same as last time, thank you technicians or whoever responsible of the passwords for the wifi service!! well, since i still can't be too sure, i might post more than 1 chapter this week. wait for the results and thanks for supporting!! by the way, the story that i post, it's original okay? it's my own idea and sometimes i get some help from my friends. so, please do not copy and tell the whole world that it's yours. please respect me and i'll respect you back. thank you!!

Chapter 2

2.        GUESTS

    I woke up, hazed and confused, because I have no idea when I did fall asleep. When I looked outside the window, the sun was already set. I dragged my heavenly heavy feet and myself out from the room and down the stairs. I could hear Aunt Julia’s pans and pots clattering in the kitchen so I guessed she’s making us dinner. I was just halfway down the stairs when Harrison passed by the corridor and saw me.

    “Whoa, Dawn! Go back upstairs and wash your face, sleepyhead! You look horrible!” He just giggled and went to the living room. I guessed I might not look presentable on the dining table with my bed hair and my dried-up-tears face. I ran back up to my room and took a towel to take a shower. It’s a good thing that my room has its own bathroom so that I won’t have to take turns on who’s using the bathroom first.

    Even while showering, I can still hear Aunt Julia working in the kitchen. I wonder what makes her so busy tonight. Is it because of me being here that makes the William’s family uncomfortable? After all, I am a city girl from New York who just moved in to Paris, known to the whole world as the City of Love.

    I just took a light shower to wash off my face and to make my hair a bit manageable. I wore my favorite pajamas and ran back downstairs to see if I could help setting up the table. Clara was busy doing her part setting up when I came in.

    “Why are you in PJ’s?” she asked with a puzzled look on her face. I was confused, but replied, “Aren’t we going to have dinner in a moment?”

    “Yeah, but we have guests arriving. They’ll be here in…” but she didn’t finish off he sentences because the doorbell rang. I gasped and shot her a look, the “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” look. She gave me another look, the “You were sleeping!” look. I hissed at Harrison who was just about to open the door and ran back upstairs to have a change of clothes.

    I rummaged my luggage and the dresser to find suitable clothes to wear but I couldn’t find any, but I did managed to find a skirt and a blouse that looks like a T-shirt. I couldn’t care less about my appearance so I just put on whatever is on my hand. I combed my hair so it’ll look neat and tidy.

    When I went downstairs, the guests were in the living room. They were talking and chatting in French. I can’t catch up to their conversations. Darn it, I really need to buy an English-French dictionary! I walked slowly into the living room and stand beside Clara. I was so surprised when someone tapped my shoulder and said in French, “Excusez-moi, c’est ma place.” I nearly jumped and had a good kick to his private part when Clara laughed and said, “It’s okay! It’s Okay!”

    Everyone in the living room is now staring at me. Clara stood beside me with a boy near her age, maybe a bit older. He has a broad shoulder, muscular arms and legs, a broad chin and blue eyes. Overall, he’s quite good-looking.

    Clara introduced me to the crowd. “Everyone, this is my cousin, Dawn. Dawn, this guy here is Douglas, my boyfriend. That girl over there,” she was pointing to a girl standing beside Harrison, “Her name is Muriel. She’s my classmate and Harris’s girlfriend. That’s Uncle Trevor and Aunt Kayla.” She was pointing to a middle-aged couple that was sitting on the couch beside Aunt Julia. “They are our neighbors.” She added.

    She looked around, as if she’s trying to scan the room for something, or someone. Suddenly, a deep and husky voice said, “You forgot to mention me, Clara,” and it was from my back. I jumped and looked behind me to see a tall guy, I think my age, with muscle-build body, fair skin, a face that looks like a prince has come out from the Disney’s fairytale and ocean blue eyes which I nearly drowned from.

    I didn’t notice anything until Clara was holding my hand which shook me a bit. When I look at her, she has a worried look on her face. I think I just had weak knees and nearly dropped to the floor. “You okay?” she asked with a worried tone. “Yeah,” I replied meekly. “I’ll bring you to your room, alright? You look pale and sick,” she said. “I’m okay. I’ll go by myself,” I replied her with a weak voice. She let go of my hand and I slowly walked to my room, embarrassed.

    I can’t believe I nearly fainted! It’s like I’ve never seen a guy that handsome before! Well, to tell the truth, I’ve actually never seen a guy like him. What’s more, I still don’t know his name! What a bummer! I literally dragged myself back to my room and started to think about what happened just now in the living room. I’ve embarrassed myself in front of the William’s family’s neighbor!

    I washed my face in the bathroom and lie down on the bed, thinking that I’ve messed up the William’s evening with their neighbor when I heard a soft knock on the door. Thinking it might be one of the William’s, I just let him or her in.

   “Who is it?” I asked when I hear the ‘click’ sound after the door closes. “It’s me,” said the person. I heard that voice before but I can’t recall it since I’ve nearly fainted in the living room. “Are you okay? Je suis désolé, for frightening you just now. I was from the washroom when Clara was introducing my family to you. Dawn, was it?” said the person.

     That’s when it all kicked in. Right now, standing just beside the door, is the guy with the ocean blue eyes. That’s the feature that I remembered the most since the eyes of his that started the entire fainting thing. I just nod, hoping he saw the gesture of my head. I was praying hard so that he won’t come near me, but he did. He’s standing beside my bed, but I didn’t look at him at all. I just hope I didn’t hurt his feelings for not looking at him. Blame his eyes for ‘drowning’ me.

    “May I sit beside you?” he asked with a low tone, afraid of making the situation worse. I nod, again, and he sat on my bed. “I think I haven’t properly introduced myself yet. My name is Russell Graham. Call me Russell, Russ or whatever you want.  I’m 17 this year. I’m the eldest among my other siblings. How about you?” So his name is Russell, and 17. Nice. I turn myself to face him while lying down. I smiled, then, “I’m Dawn Myers. You can call me Dawn. I’m also 17. I’m the only child in my family. I’m from New York.”

    “New York? Wow,” he said with a big smile on his face. “I’ve always wanted to go there, but I never had the chance.” It was a bit awkward since I don’t know what to reply. I just smiled. He got up and said, “Now you just wait here while I grab something for you to eat from the kitchen, okay? At least eat something to regain your energy. Just lie back and relax, alright?” He’s up and gone before I managed to reply.

    I just smiled and was a bit flustered, but at least I know his name now. Russell Graham. What an interesting guy, and handsome to the max too! I kind of felt relieved that I came to Paris. Looks like I have a pretty exciting year ahead of me and now I can’t wait attend to my new school. I just hope everything will go on smoothly so that I won’t face any problems.

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Chapter 1

1.        MOVING

    I never thought I would ever live outside of New York, my place of birth, my most-of-my-life-events-happened place, my home.

    Nevertheless, here I was, waiting for the plane to land at the airport, which is in Paris. When it landed, I took my backpack that I put under the seat, stood up immediately, bear in mind that I was now in a very different place from my hometown, and headed for the door. The flight attendant assigned to take care of me (why?) because I was underage to travel alone from U.S. to France smiled and said goodbye to me. I smiled back at her, hoping the smile looked sincere enough and, at the same time, lifting my glum mood.

    I reached the airport building and hurriedly went to retrieve my luggage. Then, I went to the immigration counter to have my passport checked. After through all the processes, I went to one of the shops in the airport to buy something to eat and drink because my stomach was growling. I have not eaten anything since I got on the plane.

   I stopped on the way to Western Cuisine Palace that I spotted because I thought I heard someone called my name. I spun around and found out who was calling me. “Dawn!” she called. “Welcome to Paris! I’m so glad you made it. How was your flight?”

    “Fine,” I lied.

    “Are you hungry? Let me bring you to eat at the restaurant. We can talk on the way. There’s so much to talk about and we don’t seem to have much time,” then she laughed.

    “Okay. Thanks, Aunt Julia,” and I smiled.

    Aunt Julia was my mom’s sister. She moved to Paris since she graduated from the University of Dartmouth. She found her true love here while working as a chef in a famous restaurant. They married and have two children, studying in the International School of France.

    “How’s your mom? Is she still working as a CEO in your dad’s company?” Aunt Julia asked.

    “Yeah,” I said.

    We reached Aunt Julia’s car, a black BMW sedan, and she helped me put my bags at the back seat of the car. “Why did you decide to move here with us? I thought you love New York,” she asked me again.

    “Well, I do love New York, with all the shopping malls and stuff, but my parents were too busy with their works at the company. They do not spend much time in the house and I felt very lonely, despite my friends always come to have a sleepover party at my house,” I confessed. I always felt that Aunt Julia is like my best friend. I can talk about anything with her, and she would listen and sometimes she would advise me to do or not to do the things that I asked.

    “Hmm, that really sounds like Judith. She always wants to do her best in every aspect, but she’d forgotten her responsibility towards her family, towards you,” she said, pointing at me. We were in the car right now, and she was driving, heading to the restaurant she worked at.

    We were quiet all the way, after what Aunt Julia said about my mom. I knew what Aunt Julia said was true, but I still can’t accept that my mom had forgotten me over her works. I do understand that she was busy with her works, but I don’t seem to be able to accept that she was the one who sent me here, because she thought that I don’t like living with them. She thought that I was in a bad mood everyday was because I don’t like living in the 3-storey bungalow, or because the house was too big, or I was uncomfortable living in a house that was big. She never even listens to me when I tried to explain to her that all I wanted was their attention even for a little while. At least they spent their times on the weekends with me, not with their office mates.

    We reached the restaurant Aunt Julia worked at, La Cuisine Paradise. A waiter was waiting at the door of the restaurant to greet customers. The waiter greeted Aunt Julia in French, and she replied him back in English. She knew that I don’t understand even a bit of French. Out of the corner of the waiter’s eyes, she winked at me and smiled. I knew at once that she’s going to become my French teacher. I chuckled quietly at the idea, wondering how she would teach me.

    Aunt Julia picked a table at the far corner of the restaurant, hidden within the view of the other customers, and asked me to sit down while she went into the kitchen and cooked my favorite dish for me. When she was gone, a waiter saw me, quickly came to my side, and gave me the menu. “Uh oh,” I thought. “I can’t read French! I can’t even speak in French!”

    The waiter waited, smiling at me while I looked at the menu. After a while, I gave him the menu back and said in English, “I don’t think I want to order anything yet. I’m waiting for my aunt. She’s a chef of this restaurant. Her name is Julia and she’s now in the kitchen.”

    I was shocked when the waiter replied me in English. “You are Chef Julia’s niece then? It’s very nice to meet you. Do you want me to call her?”

    “There’s no need for you to do that, thank you. She knows I’m here, because she’s the one who brought me here. I’m waiting for her to cook a dish for me,” I replied with a smile.

    “Okay then, let me know if you need anything else, okay?” he said.

    “Okay, thank you.” He bowed and went to serve another customer that was just arrived.

    Aunt Julia came out from the kitchen, which the door was just about 10 feet from where I sat, with a simple yet smelled delicious dish on a plate she was holding. She put the dish in front of me and asked me to dig in. The dish was indeed my favorite dish, salmon fillet with Thousand Island dressing, French fries and fruit and vegetable salad dressed with olive oil. I ate the food quickly and Aunt Julia chuckled at my reaction, maybe because I looked like someone who hasn’t eaten for a decade.

    After I finished everything, including the coke, Aunt Julia laughed. “You are hungry, aren’t you? When was the last time Judith fed you?” Then she laughed again. I blushed and quickly excused myself so that I can wash my oily yet slightly pink face in the toilet.

    We were in the car when Aunt Julia asked me to buckle up. I obeyed her instruction because her face was serious all of a sudden. Then, without any warning, the car shoot forward and all I could see was a blurry sight of the city. In a nick of time, she slowed down and parked her car in a garage. Wow. She was a driving maniac.

    “Very exciting, isn’t it?” Aunt Julia asked excitedly. I was shocked that I can’t speak a word. Instead of answering her, I just nodded. She got out of her car and started calling into the house. “Harrison! Clara! Come down this moment if you want to see your favorite New York cousin!”

    A few seconds passed, and then I heard two thumping of the feet sound, as if they were running down from a staircase. The door burst open and I saw a girl and a boy, about my age, smiling broadly as if they never smiled before at me.

    “Dawn!” the blonde-haired, pink lips, brown-eyed girl shouted and hugged me so tightly that I couldn’t breathe. “I miss you so much! Why didn’t you ever come to visit?”

    “Can’t… Breathe… Hug… Too… Tight!”

    “Oops! Sorry! I’m just so excited to see you.”

    I gasped a lungful of air and sighed. I smiled at her and hugged her back. “I miss you too, Clara, and I’m so very sorry that I didn’t visit for a while. It’s just that both of my parents are very busy with their work and they don’t have the time to travel more often than before.”

    “I know. Uncle Jordan and Aunt Judith are workaholics. You can’t blame them for being so busy. They just wanted you to have a secure finance for your future. I’m very sure that’s the reason they worked so hard.”

   I released her and turned to face the boy that was waiting for her sister to finish her hugs-and-miss-you thing near the door. “Harrison.” I opened my arms wide to hug him. He seemed hesitant at first, but he hugged me back anyway.

    “You don’t know how excited Clara was when she knew you were going to stay here for a while. I can’t even sleep at night because of her rattling and was always punished by my teacher because I dozed off during classes. I’m glad you made it and welcome.” That’s Harrison, alright.

    “I miss you too. You looked taller now. What have you been eating?” I teased him back and he laughed. He looked almost like Clara, except he was taller, has a broader chin and tan-skinned. He is actually Clara’s twin brother, except they are non-identical twins. They have the same hair and eye color. It’s genetic, because my mom and Aunt Julia are non-identical twins too. I was supposed to have a twin brother, but he didn’t survive and died after he was born.

    “Where’s Uncle Theodore?” After I said his name, he was standing right beside me. I jumped when he hugged me from my right side. His skin was warm against my cold skin. “Hi, Dawn. It’s good to see you again. We missed you and your jokes so much.” He giggled, probably at a memory when I last visited them during my school holidays a few years ago, when I was still a happy and playful girl.

    “I miss you too, Uncle Theodore. It’s good to be here with all of you. Thank you for having me here. I hope I’m not so much trouble for you.” Uncle Theodore released me and looked at me with a puzzled look on his face. “Trouble? Not at all! We were very delighted to have you here. By the way, call me Uncle Theo, if you don’t mind. It’s like I’m in a very important occasion when you called me Theodore.” He giggled and released me from his hug.

    “Let me help you with your bags, Dawn. Clara will show you the room you’re going to use during your stay here. And just like dad, call me Harris.” He smiled and disappeared into the garage.

    Clara led me into a room with a carved wooden sign hanging on the door. “Harris and I carved it for you during our art class. I hope you like it,” she said.

    “Like it? I love it! It’s beautiful! Thanks.” They carved the pinewood with my name and colored with my favorite color, blue. There were some other decorations on it, but Clara pushed me into the room. I stopped dead at the door, shocked to see a very unimaginable room. I know the twins loved to decorate their guest room, but this room was unbelievable.

    They decorated the room so that it looked like the outdoor. The walls were painted dark blue, with small white star-like shape painted all over the wall. The bed was a single bed with a beautiful white and blue stripes bed sheet. On the opposite side of the bed was an oak wood study table with bendy snake lamps on the wall. Next to the study table was a glass bookshelf. I regretted that I didn’t bring my novels with me. The dresser was made of pinewood too, and was decorated with beautiful woodcarvings, and big. I mean, huge!

    “The dresser…?” I asked Clara who was standing beside me.

    “Don’t worry. I know you don’t like expensive things. That was a gift from Grandpa Joel. He’s a carpenter. He lives just a few blocks from our house. His wife, Grandma Anna was our house cleaner. She quit because of her health problems a few weeks ago. I’m going to bring you to their house later this evening and introduce you to them. You’ll like them. They’re very friendly.”

    I was standing next to the dresser tracing my finger along the carvings when Harris knocked at the door with my luggage. I helped him carry the bags and thanked him. Both he and Clara left the room for me to have some privacy and to start unpacking.

    I looked out the window next to the bed, unable to stop myself not to think about my parents’ decision, and tried to restrain my tears from flowing out but failed. I was glad the twins were not in the room with me. I stood there for a long time, letting the tears silently poured out.

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