Paris

Paris 

Written by Naomi Levy

So there I was. Standing at the top of the Eiffel tower. You know, the one in Paris. It was so beautiful. So peaceful. So quiet. The view almost makes you forget what a crap life you have. I went up there for a reason, and I needed to see it through. It had all been so crazy, you know, everything just went wrong. This year was going to be the greatest. My best yet. I was finally going to be head cheerleader! I was going to be popular. I mean, I was already pretty popular, but this would secure my position as the most popular girl in school. Finally Jason Benton would really notice me and realize what a terrible girl. Lisa Selting is, I mean, was, and how I am so much better for him. Finally I would live like I deserve to. But, of course, none of that happened. To start off my “amazing” year, Lisa told everyone that a girl in Ohio who was busted for possession last summer, who happens to have the same name and hair color as me, was me. I mean me! When I get busted, it’s going to be for something good for like, well, murder. Anyways, all my scholarships disappeared because everyone believed the rumor, and, well, apparently they don’t give head cheerleader to suspected criminals. Oh, and Jason, he didn’t talk to me again after that. So basically I had no chance of going to Oxford, my dream school, I lost head cheerleader to, surprise, surprise, Lisa Selting, and I had no chance of ever being with Jason Benton. But, I decided to let it go, I mean, why should I let all my hopes and dreams being destroyed damper my cheery attitude? But Lisa Selting was not done. She decided to get me expelled, which was easier that I expected. She told the principal that I had bullied her since she was in kindergarten, and on top of the possession stuff, they expelled me. I then had no chance of going to any merely reputable school. All the things I had ever wanted were gone. It was on my last school trip to Paris that I knew I was sure. That I really needed to do this. If anything, I deserved this. So I walked up to her. “Goodbye Lisa Selting” I said. And it was in that moment that I truly actually, smiled, for the first time in months, as I watched her fall into the beautiful, quiet, peaceful, sweet, streets of Paris.

So yes officer, take me away. I’ve done everything I can. At least I got busted for something good.