Chapter 1: The Unfortunate Girl and Prince Charming...

Gabriella is finally moving back to Paris in years. For some reason, she bumps into a handsome guy. He gets angry and afterward, she is plagued with the name "Unfortunate Girl" beginning the story.

When I went to the airport, my friends and family came to see my mom, Ghita and me. My friends Amore and Valentina came to see me off. Valentina told me "You know I have a feeling living in Paris is a good thing". Why would it be a good thing? I asked. "Well since you aren't used to guys, you might find an attractive one". Amore replied. Whatever I won't fall in love. I don't want to get hurt and left alone. I replied. It's a feeling. When you fall in love. Give juicy details. Amore replied. Shut up. I replied. Soon as I walked to the door my Nonna whispered in my ear and told me something in Italian "You will fall in love. You will meet a young man who will ruff around the edges but you will change him" What are you talking about Nonna? I asked. Have a nice flight. Nonna replied. When the intercom called for Paris flight.

When we were walking down the hallway onto the airplane. Then we went to our seats. As soon as we sat down, I thought about what my Nonna said. Well we are going back to Paris, are you happy? Ghita asked. Mom, you know I have a bad history in Paris. I replied. I know you were ridiculed because of your father. Ghita replied. Yeah, dad is a dog in my eyes for the way you treated you. I replied. You know you can't change a person. Ghita replied. Your grandmother once told me, "Your father was a dog and he was no good for me". Well, you can't change history. Ghita replied. Well, I wouldn't be here if you never met my dad. I replied. Well, Gaby let's relax until we get to reach Charles de Gaulle Airport. When I looked out the plane window, I saw the beautiful scenery of Italy from way up high. As I turned to the other side my mom was sleeping. I might fall in love and it could the right guy. I thought.

It's been one hour and fifteen minutes since we have been on our flight. Passengers we are selling snacks. Flight attendants said. I asked for a water. Twenty-five minutes later the captain told us we are at the airport. Mom, we are at the airport. I said. We are, let's get off? Ghita replied. Don't startle me like that Gaby. Ghita replied.Hey, mom are we calling a cab or something? I asked. No an old friend of mine is going to pick us up. Ghita replied. When went to the airport, we got our luggage. A young man who looked a lot like a girl came and hugged my mom. Hey Jaimie, how have you been? Ghita asked. Been awhile, I see Gaby has grown up a lot. Jaimie replied. Mom who is this guy? He is actually the guy who delivered you. Ghita replied. Are you a doctor? You don't look that old. I replied. You see I am actually three years older than my mom. Jaimie replied. You look like you are a high school student. I replied. No, you see, I made an excuse so I could pick you two up today. I replied. I have never looked my age. Jaimie replied. Come on and head to the car. Jaimie replied.

When our luggage was put in the trunk, my mom and I got in the car. Your stuff and your car at your house. Jaimie replied. Thank you for checking. Ghita replied. Wait does that guy Jaimie have feelings for my mom? I thought. Hey Gaby, you know you were born and raised in Paris. Jaimie replied. Please don't remind of that. I replied. You know coming back here is the best ever. Ghita replied. No more of my Madre getting in my damn business. Ghita replied. To be honest, I don't even want to be bothered Adrien to be honest. Ghita replied. As my mom and Jaimie were talking, Valentina texted me "Hey r u n France yet?" "Yes, and I met the guy who delivered me." I texted back. Is he hot as hell? Valentina texted. "He looks like a high school student." I texted. "Seriously? How old is he?" Valentina asked. "He is two years older than my mom" I texted. Are you texting your friends? Ghita asked. Well, my mom, Valentina was wondering if I got her safely. I replied. That is like her, she is really protective of Gaby. Ghita replied. It is kind of like Jaimie here. Ghita replied. You two are old friends? I asked. We are actually childhood friends. Jaimie replied. Well, Jaimie lived madre and all your Aunt Belle, Caroline, and Inez. Ghita replied. Yeah, my parents gave me up as a child. Jaimie replied. Nonna adopted you, Jaimie? I asked. Yes, she did. Even though I am French, Italian and Venezuelan. Jaimie replied. Didn't you meet your mom once? Ghita asked. Yeah, she's Venezuelan. Jaimie replied. I heard she is really pretty. Ghita replied. Here's a picture of my mom. Wow, she is really pretty. You have her eyes and hair color too. Ghita replied. She lives in France because she loves the city. Jaimie replied. Do you always go see her? Ghita asked. I always come to see her when I get off or the days I have off. Jaimie replied. I think that is really sweet you see your mom. I replied. A few hours later, we were in the city. I saw the Eiffel Tower from the distance. How do you like seeing the Eiffel Tower from the distance? Jaimie asked. It's been years since I have seen the Eiffel Tower. Ghita replied. In at least thirty minutes from now, we will be at your new house. Jaimie replied. We are living in Paris, France "City of Love". Ghita replied. Isn't it ironic mom, you fell in love here and got your heart broken here. I replied. You might fall in love here who knows. Ghita replied. Yeah "might" will be the key term. I replied. You are right "might" is the keyword. Ghita replied.

Thirty minutes later, we were at our new house. This house is bigger and roomier than our house in Venice. Ghita replied. You might be right mom but I need to take a walk. I replied. When I went back outside, I took a walked. When I took a turn around I bumped into someone. Little did I know something bad was going to become of this encounter. I am so sorry are you ok? I ask. You little. Destin replied. That girl knocked Prince Destin down. A random girl said. What I told you I was sorry. I replied. You are a cursed girl. A girl full of calamity. You are an "Unfortunate Girl". My mom walked over to see what the commotion was all about. Who are they calling "Unfortunate Girl"? Oh, I see you met Prince Destin. Ghita replied. You know that guy? I asked. Maybe. Ghita replied. Who is this "Unfortunate Girl" they are speaking of? I feel so sorry for them. Ghita replied. The "Unfortunate Girl" is my mom. I replied. Come on let's get back to the house. Ghita replied. Prince Destin got into the car. Nicole, who is that girl? Destin asked. I have no clue, young master. Nicole replied. Maybe she might know. Nicole. Mom I came back and now I have a nice name and it's a horrible one at that. I replied. Can I go and crawl up in a corner and die now? I asked. Sweetheart isn't that bad now. Think positively, maybe that nickname might go away. Ghita replied. I don't believe that. I replied. While Destin went home, he was feeling really bad about what he said to me. He started asking people who are I? I see you lashed out on a person once again. Charlotte replied. What do you want Charlotte? Destin asked. Well Prince Charming, your little fan club lashed out on that poor girl. She is now labeled as the "Unfortunate Girl". Charlotte replied. Seriously, I didn't even know that she was ridiculed because of that bump into her. Destin replied. You could apologize to her or ignore the situation as usual. Charlotte replied. Lady Charlotte may I ask you a question? Nicole asked. What do you want to ask me, Nicole? Charlotte asked. Can you tell me that girl's name if you see her again? Nicole asked. Sure she looks like she is a high school student like me. Charlotte replied. She might attend my school if her grades are high enough. Charlotte replied. What are you thinking, Nicole? Charlotte asked. I'll persuade him to write a letter to that girl soon as you girl her the name. Nicole replied. What a sneaky woman you are. Charlotte replied.

When I got back home, the neighbors were calling me "Unfortunate Girl" too. Gaby ignores what those people say about you. Ghita replied. Mom, that is kind of hard to do if the nickname is really hurtful. I replied. Well, at least you are not an ugly "Unfortunate Girl". Ghita replied. Mom if that was supposed to comfort me? I asked. I'm trying in some little way to make you feel better. Ghita replied. I am going to sleep, mom. I replied. We will eat the dinner I started earlier. Ghita replied. What did you make mom? I asked. Well, I am making Beef Bourguignonne. Ghita replied. Mom, you are making that? I asked. Yes, I am. Ghita replied. Are you making this because you like that dish? I asked. Maybe I do. Ghita replied. You know mom it is ok if you make it. I replied. I know making that reminds of when your dad was around. Ghita replied. Mom, I really don't care about him. I replied. I know but what will happen if you run into somewhere? Ghita asked. You are right mom. I replied. What would I say to that b*****d? I asked myself. Mom, does my dad still live here in France? I asked. Yes, he does. Ghita replied. I have on intentions of dealing with that man either. Ghita replied. Well, the dish is done. Ghita said. Mom, it smells really good. I replied. That is why you are going to be a taste tester. Ghita said with a smile. Mom did the movers put everything in our rooms? I asked. Yes but for some reason, the mover guy would keep hitting on me. Ghita replied. Mom, you always attract guys but you never realized it. I replied. I know I am a single mom but I have no intentions of dating guys anytime soon. Ghita replied. Hey, wait why am I your guinea pig? I asked. I only have you around to try the food. Ghita replied. As soon as I ate that food. I tried to keep the fact that my life was ruined by that snobby guy.

Author's Note

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[Dutch Jr.]

Good introduction. Try to break up your paragraphs a little more to make for an easier read.