"Paris, come downstairs, we need to talk to you!"
The sound of Paris' mum's voice rang through the house.
Paris looked up from her phone, quickly texted Dan that she'd be right back before hurrying off down to where her parents were sitting at the table expectantly.
Paris was taken aback for a moment, wondering what was going on when her dad gestured for her to have a seat.
A million thoughts ran through Paris' mind, all just different questions as to what was going on.
"Paris, your mother and I, well, I think I'll let her explain." Paris' dad said before exchanging glances with his wife.
"Well, you see, you've been admitted to this very good school, but, there's one thing..."
Paris was hanging onto every word. She hated the school she was currently attending. It was full of cunts.
"What?" Paris asked a little impatiently. There was too much suspense.
"Well, it's in London." her mother said with a sigh. "And we just don't know... Do you know anybody there?"
Hell yeah I do. Paris thought, a wry smile growing on her face.
"Uh, yeah I do, actually." she answered, her grin growing as she thought about what this could mean.
"Oh really? Who?"
"Well, it's actually two people, they're pretty well off and they live in a nice area too. I can text him right now."
"Wait, him?" Paris' dad asked incredulously.
"Yeah...?"
"I'm sorry but this won't work anymore."
"PLEASE?!" Paris couldn't let this chance go. She needed out of this place.
Paris sat and watched her mum and dad exchange thoughtful looks.
Paris' mum turned to her and said finally, "Let us check your messages and we'll see."
"Okay." Paris said before rushing upstairs to get her phone and hastily delete most of the messages.
"Here."
Paris' parents scrolled through the messages before looking at each other knowingly.
God, can you two stop with the dramatic looks? Paris thought to herself, getting extremely annoyed at this point.
"Um, sweetie," her mother started, "it looks like over half of these have been deleted... We'll think about it."
Paris took her phone back and spent the next week full of adrenaline and hoping her parents would let her go to that school in London.
"Paris! Come downstairs please!" Paris heard her mother's voice ring through the house.
"What's up?" Paris said as she sat down across from her parents at the table, knowing full well what this was about, but hoping against hope that her behaviour of ignorance to that would perhaps make her parents more likely to let her go to the school.
"Your mother and I have been talking and we've decided we want to talk to this boy." Paris' dad said looking up from the table.
"Okay, I'll tell him." Paris said calmly, feeling anything but.
Me: DAN
Me: DAAAN
Me: DANIEL HOWELL ANSWER ME DAMMIT
