Band on the Run.

I sat at on my bed, wondering if I should go visit my new friend, Gabrielle and her brother, François. I felt so lonely being here, despite having made new friends. They were nothing like Nicole...

Besides, François kept trying to hit on me, despite the fact that he's met Syd.

Speaking of Syd, he's finally at Camberwell Art School. I've heard that him and Nicole still hang out from time to time. No word from Roger. I've sent them all plenty of letters, only receiving letters from them time to time.

I decided to head on over to Gabrielle's to smoke a joint. It would ease my mind and I needed the fresh air. I run down the steps of my apartment building and rush outside. I hop on my bike, start it up, put on my helmet and ride away.

The breeze on my skin feels so good. The rushing wind is overwhelming. I'm going way too fast, but I don't care.

In a matter of minutes, I'm at Gabrielle's place.

"GABRIELLE!" I yell out, letting myself in the house.

"Cheryl!? Est-ce-que c'est toi?" She asks.
"Oui! C'est moi! Tu viens fumer avec moi?"

She nods, showing me her weed box is already open and we're ready to smoke. We head out in her screened in porch.

Gabrielle and François live in a huge house in the rich part of town. They inherited the house from their parents, who died in a car crash when Gabrielle was seven years old. She's now seventeen, as am I. François is a month away from being twenty.

"Gabrielle, c'était qui a la porte?" François marches downstairs, obviously angry that he was awakened.
"Francois, you know that it was Cheryl." She speaks so beautifully in English. I love her French accent.

"Bonjour Cheryl. Tu viens fumer avec nous encore?" He seemed surprised by how much I can smoke.

He doesn't know my life story, obviously.

"Cheryl, ton amoureux viens-tu te voir?" Gabrielle asked, enquiring about Syd.
"Je ne sais pas. Il me parle presque plus. Il est très occupé." I sigh as I know he is really busy with his schoolwork and such.

"Cheryl, tu veux venir au bal demain soir avec nous? Vous pouvez aller avec François." Gabrielle insists. I sigh and shake my head.
"Je dois étudier. J'adorerais, mais je ne peux vraiment pas." My finals were in less than a week. In about a years time from now, I'd have my Cordon Bleu certificate, meaning I could work in any restaurant.

"Cheryl! S'il vous plaît! Vous n'avez jamais aucun plaisir! Tout ce que vous faite, c'est de l'étude!" She begs me.

I finally give in and decide to go shopping with her tomorrow...