its a perfect day in Washington. the weather is nice outside. today is the day I plan my big trip to paris a place I have dreamed about going for many years. I'm in the class room its the last day of school only 15 minutes till summer feels like a long time but paris was just around the corner. now my parents got me a world phone so I could call home if there was problems. now I feel like they are over protective. ding goes the school bell. everyone yells and runs through the hallway to go home. I got home and checked the mail and found my tickets in the mail. I was suppose to leave tomorrow but the tickets where made out for tonight and I haven't packed. I started packing really quickly hoping I got everything I needed.
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