Whippet Tales May 2013 Edition 1 VOL.1, Issue 1, May 2013 | Page 13

"Kidnapped in France"
By Sarah Borgelt and Katy Long
“Nous sommes en France,” Izzy said. “I can’t believe that we’re actually here!” Her eyes
skittered around, as if trying to absorb every detail of the wonderful place. The streets were
flooded with people! On the left, there were clothing vendors, selling elegant pieces of
beautiful, handmade clothing. The streets were full of people of every shape and size. There
were women with tiny children in strollers and old men carrying grocery bags, along with
children playing out in the streets. There were cars of all colors lining the street. On the right,
there were people trying to sell delicious smelling food. “Mouton, venir chercher la viande de
mouton” a man with a gray beard yelled. “ Mutton, ladies?” he asked them.
Alicia, Izzy’s best friend, just gave him a weird look, and walked away. “Talk about a
weirdo,” she exclaimed when they were out of hearing range. “I’m not buying anything from
him!” Izzy laughed.
“Girls, this way,” the teacher yelled at them. He lead them to an old white bus.
“Bonjour,” the bus driver said when they got on. Finally, after everyone got on, they departed
from the airport. Then, the chatter began.
“I can’t wait for tomorrow,” Izzy exclaimed excitedly “We’ll see the Eiffel Tower, and
Place de la Concorde.”
“Only one more day.” Alicia leaned back against the seat, and looked out the window.
She watched as the scenery passed by her in a blur. She was silent for the rest of the ride.
Around five o’clock, they arrived at the hotel.
Once they finally got to their room, Izzy collapsed on her bed. “I’m exhausted,” she
admitted, flipping her hair back. She stared lazily at Alicia, who was unpacking.
Alicia straightened up, and glared at Izzy. “Are you going to unpack, or just sit there
staring at me?”
“I wonder if I’ll see my grandparents while I’m here,” She replied, off topic. Izzy got up
to help her unpack. Izzy’s parents were born in France but moved to the United States before
she was born. They had left her entire family behind in France, along with everything they
owned. They had come to the United States with just each other.
“Maybe.” Alicia turned to face Izzy. “What made you think of that?”
“I don’t know. I miss them, though.” Izzy set her suitcase in the closet, and looked out
the window. “I hope I see them again,” she said sadly.
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