The next morning soon came and I had woken up expecting to be in my old bed back in Florida but low and behold.. I'm still in Paris freaking France. It all still seemed so unreal to me, small town US girl in Europe, mainly Paris, to meet her long lost father, and had a strange journal her mom sent her. I let out a small chuckle, all I needed now was to find myself a french rich model boy and I have myself a theme someone has probably used in a fan fiction.

     I began my typical morning routine, the same way as I always have. Nothing from that has changed at least, because as much as I hated complaining, this was all too much change for me.

     Thinking about changes made me miss school back in Florida. Alya was my bestfriend and the whole experience there was the best. Every year was the same over there, same friends, same parties, same couples. This big change just didn't let me adjust.

     I began making my way downstairs to the kitchen which was surprisingly empty and quiet. It was spotless and the only thing out of place was a plate with a donut sitting on it and a note to compliment it.

     'Camille and I are working in the bakery if you need anything. If you do then just come downstairs and we'd be more than happy to help. Make yourself at home.'

    I smiled warmly and took a seat at the table, yawning while stuffing half of the donut in my mouth. Which was still a tiny bit warm, I wondered what time it was.

    Then it hit me, Alya! I had forgotten to ask Tom to use his phone to call her! I gave myself a physical face palm and raced downstairs before forgetting any further.

     I opened the door as I tumbled over my feet, which added more force to the door, which almost smacked Camille in the face as she held a tray of croissants.

     "Agh!" She chirped in a startled phase, clinging onto the tray tightly.

     "Cami! I'm sorry I didn't know you were there! I'm so so sorry I just needed to make it downstairs fast so I ran but I was running too fast and as I opened the door I fell on it making it glide open like that!" I apologized multiple of times as I held on the other side of her tray.

     Camille to my surprise let out a sweet laugh, "Don't worry about it dear, we all make mistakes and I happened to be distracted already so it wasn't entirely your fault." She reassured me, giving me an ecstatic smile.

      Looking around the bakery I noticed that Tom was busy talking to a few customers as a line began to form, it was morning after all.

     "Hey, can I borrow your phone please, I need to make a call to my friend to let her know  I landed safe." I pleaded, as Camille quickly handed me her phone.

     "Of course." Camille patted me on the shoulder before walking past me, setting the tray of croissants in a display case.

     I began typing in Alya's phone number which was actually one of the only numbers I remembered. On maybe the second ring I heard a small 'Hey whose this.'

     "Hey it's Mari."

     "Marinette, I was so worried! I tried calling you almost like 2.5 billion times, my mom was genuinely concerned when I sat by the phone for hours, splitting my split ends, while waiting for a call to come through and snapping up to check the caller i.d every time a number did call!" I heard the fret in Alya's yell which did make me feel very guilty.

     I did look up a few times and I wasn't the only one who heard her lecture, it seemed like almost everybody in the bakery did, but realization truly hit when I realized the phone was on speaker the whole time.

     I flashed an awkward smile to everyone who seemed too busy to care anymore and went back to doing what they were doing before they heard the conversation.

     I turned the phone off of speaker and held in back to my ear.

"I would've called Alya, I swear, but I wasn't sure how to exactly since my phone doesn't have a national plan and you know how I don't really like having social media. I'm honestly sorry, thats why i'm calling you off of one of my dads workers phone." I soon heard her gasp and began muttering small apologies for overreacting.

"But how is it?" She asked.

"It's fine Alya! It's also been okay, the first day was awkward but I still have hope, Tom is a nice guy we live in an bakery slash house next to Place des Vosges park, Camille, my dads worked said that theres a ton of fun stuff to do.. All I need now are friends and that doesn't count you since your an ocean away."
I leaned on a chair and began getting invested in my conversation with Alya.

"But I have to go girl, Etta and Ella want me to take them to the mall, lots of love from Florida, try to Skype me tonight!" Alya made kissy noises and Marinette chucked.

"Bye Alya! Have fun!" I beamed and hung up, It was barely 9:26am and I already felt good.