Taking A Final Stand

Chantal LeBlanc, a 14 year-old from Toulouse, France, has been bullied all of her life. She's finally had enough. She's changed schools, MJCs (a program for French students who are interested in extracurricular), and towns, just to get away, but it's no use. She's decided to move to London, England, where her pen pal, Niall Horan, lives. Niall's heard about her amazing musical talents, but now, he gets to see it for himself, as she has to audition, in order to enroll in a performing arts school; the exact same performing arts school that Niall attends. Will she rise above and beyond the obstacles that lay ahead? Or will she fall so hard, she can't see the light , at the end of the tunnel?

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1. Chantal

"So, this is how it's going to be." I reply to myself, as I pack up my belongings from my fuschia, lavender, and aquamarine room. I pack up my letters from Niall, my songbooks, my instruments, and my English dictionary. Of course, bullying would get this bad. This is how it's been for my entire life. Luckily, I have a friend where I'm going. My name? Chantal Renee LeBlanc. I'm 14 years-old. I lived in Toulouse, France, but thanks to bullying, I moved to Paris, at age 7. Things have only gotten worse, from the moment I moved. At first, it was only by one girl, but now, it's by both schools, and MJCs I was at. Now, I've finally had enough. 

"Chantal, are you ready to go?" My mother asks, in her beautiful, sweet voice, with her beautiful French accent. 

"Yes, mother," I reply, as I pack the last of my things from my room. It's barren, now. I grab my One Direction suitcases, filled with all of my belongings from my room, and walk cautiously down my spiral stairs, to the main hall. At the end of the hall stands my mother, Clare, and my father, Olivier. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" My father asks.

"Yes, father. Whatever it takes to get away from the torture, I'll do it." I reply. We head out the door, to our dark blue Jeep Liberty. I open the back door, slip my suitcases in, and sit down, right next to the window. I put my hands on my lap, and off we go. This is only the beginning, I think to myself. Let's go to England!

 

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