Chapter 1: Destination? A better life.

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     "Daddy, I don't understand why I have to go." Aria said. 

     "Baby, trust me." her father replied. Aria was a fifteen year old girl from the American Midwest. She was pretty... and when I say pretty, I mean drop-dead gorgeous.  She had medium length hair with a fire ombré,  steel blue eyes, and a pale complexion. 

     "O-okay... Just let me say b-bye to L-lyric..." Lyric was her boyfriend, whom she would shortly have to break up with. Aria had a conflicted past. Exactly three years ago her mother had been  charged with child abuse and sexual harassment and assault. She had then escaped from prison,  hijacked a plane, kidnapped Aria, and tried to murder her. Not the greatest childhood memories. Yet here they were, three years later, about to board the same airplane that she had been almost killed in. Aria turned and gave Lyric the saddest, sweetest kiss that they had ever shared. 

     "Goodbye, and I hope that you arise from the ashes... Oiseau de feu..." 

     "And you are forever my passion brûlante." they were both fluent in French, so they spoke in French their deepest feelings. "Au revoir mon amour, ma passion, ma vie. Je t'aimerai toujours." at this point Aria realized that she couldn't leave him. But she had to... for the sake of a better life. She once again looked at the letter that her father had gotten from a old family friend in Paris. It said: 

     'Chère Jackson, je suis d'accord sur le fait qu'Aria ne puisse pas vivre avec vous. J'envoie un billet d'avion pour qu'elle puisse vivre ici à Paris. Je serai capable de subvenir à ses besoins bien mieux que vous. Avec affection, Gabriel.' Aria sighed and boarded the plane. Destination? A better life.



















Translation: Bird of Fire, Burning passion, Goodbye my love, my passion, my life. I'll love you always. Dearest Jackson, I agree on the matter of Aria not being able to live with you. I am sending one plane ticket so she can live here in Paris. I will be able to provide for her much better than you will. Fondly, Gabriel.

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