I was starting to get a little jumpy, aside from the fact I was going to go meet my long lost dad, I was going to be going to Paris, in France, in Europe! The city of love and dreams.. I was going to go see the Eiffel Tower and the beautiful cities. I was truly lucky in that aspect.

     My mom had never told any stories about her going to Europe though, it was almost like she told me everything but a big chunk of information. At one point I thought I knew everything about her, but now it feels as though shes a stranger.. Another thing that also confused me further was why hadn't she told me? What harm could it be to let me know who my dad was..?

     Me and my mom have shared everything about each other like I said, she was always my first bestfriend and I trusted her with everything, from drama, to boy problems. It sort of frustrated me now knowing she had kept such a large secret from me.

She even told me herself that she considered me as her rock that she could always lean on, and I would say the same thing, one difference was I guess I was the only one who meant it..

     I had arrived at gate 9, and waited with many other people, they all seemed very excited to be going to Paris. I wondered though, was there anybody else who was going by force, like me? I looked around the crowd and everyone seemed excited.

     The crowd began finally walking into the plane and I took my seat awkwardly next to a woman and what could I assume was her husband, I put my bag into the overhead compartment and took my seat putting my phone on airplane mode and fastening my seatbelt. The flight was 8 hours and 30 minutes and I made sure to grab the thickest and best book to read on the way there.

     The airplane attendants began repeating their safety instructions and the long flight began.

     I soon began falling asleep, as the book I had prepared to finish had no longer seemed any more interesting than sleep.. The couple next to me were also asleep so I decided to let myself sleep too.

     8 hours and 20 minutes later the plane begins landing and I felt a slight bit of relief as the plane bumps onto the floor signaling we we're getting closer, and closer to freedom.

     As soon as we fully landed I began gathering all my stuff, grabbing my luggage and trying to race to the front of the plane to leave. I forgot how much I hated being on planes.

     I began getting off the flight feeling my legs slightly wobble, after all, I was sitting for 8 hours and 30 minutes. My whole lower body was numb.

     I slowly made my way to the luggage carousal and found mine. After going by immigration procedures I had realized that I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I forgot to ask my grandma for Tom's number and I wasn't sure if I could call her.

     I opened my phone to at least try to text my grandma and ask what to do now. She had left me a message earlier stating that Tom had a driver come pick me up. And that it was a black town car with a small yellow one on the drivers window.

     I stumbled around the parking lot until I found a car with the yellow one my grandma had mentioned. I knocked on the window and the driver lowered the window.

     "Are you Marinette?" The driver asked.
"Yes sir." I responded as he opened his door grabbing my luggage, putting it in the trunk as I sat in the backseat awkwardly.

     I wanted to start a conversation but I wasn't quite sure how to, I wasn't the most outgoing person as you could say. And who knew if he spoke fluent english, if I opened my mouth to say anything I had a chance of looking stupid, speaking english in a french country.

     The car began driving and as soon as we reached the open road I was mesmerized by the beautiful view. Paris seemed so expensive and as soon as I began seeing people, I felt so out of place.

     "How are you feeling?" The man asked in the front to break the silence.

     "Jet lagged." I only said and he burst out laughing.

     "You'll love it here, there is always something to do." He smiled and began looking back at the road.

    I began listening to music and 3 songs in he began waving his hand in my face laughing.
Startled I jumped and smiled sheepishly.

     "We're here!" The driver smirked and I soon saw a bakery in front of us.

     "You sure you got the right address?" I asked confused with the location we had arrived at.

     "The Dupain bakery.. Am I right?" He questioned slightly confused himself.