Aya was sitting in front of the TV, watching a movie that was in French. As a ten-year-old, she admired France, finding it so charming and alluring, that she was just in love with it. Her parents didn't understand her fascination, but supported her, and even paid for her to learn French, which she was quite good at. "You really like France, hm?" her father asked, smiling at him. Aya looked at him with a toothy grin, nodding her head. "Oui! I want to live there one day, it would be so étonnant," she said. Since she had been learning French, she tended to speak in half English and half French, but her parents didn't seem to mind. 

"Well, you better send me a postcard. And a crossoint. I hear they're magnifique." 

"Hehe! I will, papa!" 

"And what will I get?" Aya's mother asked, walking in with a smile. "Hmm...I'll send you the finest cheese and a bouquet of jonquil flowers!" Aya said happily. "And I could get Connie and Sasha some bread, maybe a stew or something!" 

Five years later

Aya was starting high school, her hair in a French braid as she usually did. She was talking with her childhood friends, Connie and Sasha when she bumped into a guy with red hair. "Gah!" Aya fell backward, falling to the ground. "Hey, are you alright?" Connie asked, helping her up. The guy with red hair huffed, brushing off his shirt. "Watch where you're going next time," he said, scoffing a bit. "Hey, it was an accident alright?" Sasha said as Aya stood up. "Sorry, I was caught up in my conversation with mes amis," she said softly, the red-haired boy tilted his head. "What did you say?" 

"She said friends, she likes to speak French sometimes," Connie said, Sasha nodded in agreement. "It's her favorite language!" she said, the boy with red hair scoffed. "Oh really? You like the language of love?" he asked, Aya giggled a bit. "Mhm, everything about the French culture is so fascinating, their music, their clothing, it's all so magnifique and-

"Hahaha, wow you're such a nerd, but it's kinda cute. I'm Floch," he said with a grin. "Oh um, I'm Aya, this is Connie and Sasha," she said, Connie giving him a small glare. "Heh, are they little Frenchies as well?" he asked with a sarcastic grin. Connie didn't seem to really trust him but noticed Aya seemed quite interested in him. After the four talked for a bit, they all went to their classes, sharing a couple of classes. 

By the end of the day, Aya walked home with Connie and Sasha. "That Floch guy gave me his number," she said with a smile, Connie rolled his eyes. "You should be careful, that guy seems like bad news," he said, crossing his arm. "He didn't seem so bad, I mean he seemed a little off, but maybe he's sweet on the inside?" Sasha said, Connie scoffed. "Heheh, relax, you two, let's just see where things go, okay?" 

Three years later

It was the day of graduation, and she had just broken up with Floch at the graduation party their class had. "Ugh, I can't believe I ever fell for un trou du cul like him!" she yelled, Connie chuckling. "I told you he was trouble," he said, Aya glared at him. "Sorry...but hey, it'll be alright, if we're lucky, we won't see that jack pine at college," he said, hoping to lift her spirits. "No...he's going to be there, he was dead set on being there with me, and there's no way he's going to change so suddenly..." Aya said with a groan. "Well, maybe working on our band can help get your mind off him?" Sasha asked, rubbing her back. "Mmm...maybe..." Aya looked at them. The three had started a little garage band during high school and were going to try to get some gigs during college. "Yeah, maybe if we're lucky, we'll get to have a concert, and shove it in Floch's face you don't need him," Connie said with a grin, Aya smiled slightly. "Yeah, heh...maybe everything will be alright...and I can start saving up for France," she said, sitting up. 

"Still holding onto that dream, huh?" Connie asked with a smug grin. "I've been wanting to go there forever, even with Floch trying to make me forget it, I've always loved it, and hey, maybe we could go on a little trip before I officially move," she suggested, Sasha and Connie smiled. The three hugged, feeling more encouraged for their future.

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Jean had been packing up his things, sighing softly. His father got a job in the United States, so now and his family were moving. He was a little bummed, knowing he was going to leave a lot behind, but he was hopeful that he was going to have a new beginning here. "Jean, tu as presque fini de faire tes valises?" (Jean, are you almost done packing?) his mother asked, peeking into his room to see him sitting on his bed, holding a picture. "Oui, maman, il ne me reste que deux ou trois chooses," (Yeah, Mom, I just have a couple things left) he told her, giving her a small smile. She went and sat next to him, seeing him holding a picture with him and his cousins. "Ne vous inquiétez pas, nous pouvons venir vous rendre visite. Et si la maison vous manque tant après l'obtention de votre diplôme, vous pourrez toujours revenir," (Don't worry, we can come to visit. And, if you miss home so much after you graduate, you can always come back) she said, kissing his cheek. 

He smiled and nodded, hugging his mother for a moment. After a little while, he finished packing, taking his bags to their car. He was nervous, unsure what to expect, but also excited. He had always found America to be interesting, and couldn't wait to see what he'll