When In Paris.........

This is for the NDC-ers who wanted to read my fiction. here it is, i'm not the best writer but i'm pretty proud of myself for starting a book/novel/project. I'm not very good when it comes to creating characters so i put real-life people into the story.
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Chapter 1: Why Are You With Me Again?

"God, why is this happening to me?" I exclaimed.
"Quit whining, at least you're going."
Me and my mom were waiting at the airport for our flight to Paris, France. It's not that I wasn't excited to go, I was totally happy and excited to be going to Paris. But the downer part was that I was going with my mom. "Why couldn't I have gone with a friend, or by myself at least?" I asked. "Two reasons: 1. Unless they're paying for their trip expenses, they're not going, and reason #2: I'm not letting you get abducted by a stranger. Didn't you hear about that poor girl they found dead in Puerto Rico last summer, when she was abducted and raped?" she explained. "Yeah, but mom, you know I'm smarter than that. No one else my age goes to France with their own mom!" I said. "Whatever, just be happy I'm paying for this trip. Now tell me, what are you most excited about in Paris?" "The boys!" I immedietly answered. "Haha, um, NO. Boys are out of the question for this trip. I don't want any french boys going anywhere near my daughter." my mom ordered. "But I'm 18, this is MY life, I'm an adult now, I'm not in school anymore! And plus I'm the only one here who speaks fluent French!" I shouted. My mom always did this to me. She always had to control my life, she always had to tell me what to do, what to say, who to talk to and who not to talk to, she did it to me everyday, and I'm sick of it. "Stop it, it's time for our flight. C'mon, get your stuff." We boarded the plane and got ready for the flight. I turned off my phone, my iPod, and my Mac netbook. I after we took flight I put in earplugs to blockout to noise of the plane, and also to block out my mom's speech on how I shouldn't be hanging around with boys and wait for marriage to have sex. My mom was a religous nut, so all of this wasn't very new to me. After a while of looking out the airplaine window I drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the things I might see while in France.

We have moved!

the weird owl will no longer be using blogspot, but will be using Tumblr instead. I do not go by T.W.O or Luna Lovegood anymore, but i will go by the talking muffin. so, Follow me @ TheTalkingMuffin.tumblr.com

THANKS! this is my last post on blogspot and will be saying goodbye to this blogging site.