The Girl

Chapter~1

"Hey ladybug, you ready?" My father said. We are leaving France, Paris, to go to the city of showgirls, movie stars and shinning lights.  Ladybug was a nickname I got when I was a little girl, I would always wear my ladybug costume even if it wasn't close to Halloween. We were leaving for my dads job. He's the owner and founder of a clothing company and it is going great and global. All through France and now some parts of the U.S. So we are now moving to Vegas.
"Yea dad, all set." I said taking one last look around my empty room and closed the door. We had loaded everything in the moving van the day before. It was going to take a while to get our stuff since we were going by plane. I'm glad I brought some stuff with me, I packed clothes that would last me a week and of course some necessary items. I charged my phone the night before so it would be at 100%. Part of me didn't wanna go. #1 was because I was leaving my home town and my friends. #2 I was going to a whole new place with different things and languages ( although I'm pretty fluent in English). #3 I'm not used to this new place who knows what will happen?! We took a limo to the airport and waited till we could board the plane when I heard my phone buzz. It was my best friend Alexandra Hudson.
"Hey are you on the airplane? :(" I read off my phone. I smiled at the thought of my friend actually caring about me.
"Not yet Alex. :(  I'm waiting for them to board." I replied. I sighed remembering that I was leaving my bestest friend since 3rd grade. I looked down and let a tear roll down my eyes.
"Its ok sweetie you'll get a whole new experience from this trip. I know you miss your friends but I also know you'll make more." he said putting his hand on my shoulder.
"How do you know?" I said wiping my eyes looking at him.
"Because you got your mothers personality." he said giving me a faint smile. My mother was a preschool teacher. One day she went to work, I came home from school to find my dad crying on the couch. I was a 12 year old in 6th grade when my father told me that my mother died in a school shooting, to protect 175 students and teachers combined. She went to 7 class rooms, 1 at a time, to get everyone out of the building. She ended up getting caught on her way to the 8th class room. My mother, Elizabeth Knight, was a savior and the best mother. I was told I was an exact replica of my mom. Auburn hair, green eyes, light freckles around my nose, a white skin completion and a funny/sweet personality. I smiled at the memory of my mothers angelic voice.
"Now boarding flight #96 Paris to Las Vegas." a voice said interfering with my thoughts. We got up and headed to the line in front of the door to the plane. I looked out the window one last time before going into the plane. I picked a window seat and waited for the plane to take off.
"Goodbye Paris. Hello Vegas."