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I woke up to the sound of pouring rain on the window sill. I rolled over and checked the time on my ipad--6:30 AM. "Ugghhh," I groaned. I hated getting up early. HATED. Because I'd always end up never getting back to sleep! And so then I would be sitting there waiting for my mom to wake up and start on the 1st course of breakfast. (In France, there are 3 courses in each meal.) I heard my ipad beep so loudly that I was about to jump out of bed. I grabbed it and placed it on my lap, but to read a text that I was sure was screamworthy:

Panda

Guess who is coming to Paris when we're done with mexico

I was literally about to explode. I ran downstairs to tell my mom the news without even thinking twice. "Ma ma ma! Pandora est arrivant a France quand ils sont fini avec les voyage?" (Ma ma ma! Pandora is coming to France when they're done with the trip!) She sat up. "Qui est Pandora?" (who's Pandora?) "Que fille Je a parlé a dans Mexico.." (that girl I talked t in Mexico) I replied slowly. "Oh. Je savoir que tu sont content avec que.." (I know that you're happy with that) I smiled. "Merci boucoup!" I replied. (Thank you very much) Running back upstairs, I shook loose my messy braid and brushed the curls straight. I puffed it and twirled it all around, struggling to find the perfect 'do for the day. I decided to at least text Pandora back.

What time will you get here?

She didn't respond. Oh, well. After all, it IS only 9;30 AM in America. Oops! I forgot it's still the morning where she is! Oh well?????

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Fri, 04 Dec 2015 16:12:23 +0000

Frere Jaque! Frere Jaque! Dormes-vous? Dormes-vous?

Wrung my iPad. The national anthum of France is my ringtone, for support of my father, who's in France's armed forces. Funny, considering he's an American. Anyway, my iPad said: "Hey what are you doing @ 6?" I rubbed my eyes and fell out of bed. and texted back: "Sleeping. 6:00 pm is 12 am here." I slowly started to doze off again, when my iPad beeped. I muttered "How slow is our WiFi?" in French. Another text message. It says: "Guess who will be in Paris with you when we're done with mexico" My eyes widen. "Eeeeeeeeeeeee!!!" "Quoi c'est que?" (what is that) Begged my mom. Oops. That was a little loud. "Sorry! I'm just reeeeeeeeeally excited for my friend Pandora to come here!" "I never agreed to some girl coming here?!––Wait. Welcome. (she meant hold up, but she's still learning American phrases.) Is that the one you met briefly in the airport?" she asked. I nodded. "Yes," She smiled. "She seemed lovely. But I still don't understand why you're squealing at 3 AM?" I looked down. "I got a text. Two, actually." I replied. She smacked her forhead. "It's 9 o'clock PM there, right?" she asked. "Yep. A six-hour difference." I answered. "Just––just go back to sleep." she dismissed, and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her. I sigh and crawl back into bed. I can't wait for tomorrow!

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