Summer trains

Chapter 1

High school was officially over and all that was left before the start of a rigorous 12 years of working to become an accomplished doctor was me and a summer in Europe. I had been looking forward to this for as long as I could remember. Grandpa would tell me stories by the fire in the great hall. Stories of the amazing food and people he met on his backpacking trip. Now he was gone and I wanted this trip to, no I knew this trip would make us closer and leave me with memories I would cherish forever. Memories I, myself could share with my grandchildren one day.

The tough part had been convincing my parents to let me go alone. It was something I needed to do on my own I think they understood that on some level. But letting the only successor to the Fink corporation be in any danger would have never been allowed. Especially not after the heir of the Marsh corporation, our biggest rivals, had disappeared 2 years earlier.

The family had kept it under wraps from investors, but with our grandparents once being business partners, the wives had never lost touch. Even with the immense hatred their husbands had shared.

My grandmother had been my closest confidant, next to gramps for as long as I could remember. She was the only one who took his passing harder than I did.

She is also the only one that truly knows that I am pursuing medicine. My parents would never hear of it. But with enough scholarships and grandma Janes support I will accept whatever punishment or even the chance of being ostracized by my own parents.

I have always above all valued my happiness and drive to make a difference, even above all the money in the world.

Somehow, my parents agreed to let me travel,
But
...
ONLY with a minimum of 3 bodyguards at all times!???

I knew they were bonkers, but 3 body guards?? That was overkill to say the least.

But eh I guess I'll take what I can get.

Off I go with my first stop being France.

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2 weeks later.. and 2 countries//

It had not been what I had expected. There was a schedule
... a schedule
That I HAD to follow.
Not to mention 3 pairs of eyes studying me wherever I went.

I had convinced them to lose the suits for some normally clothing that would blend in.
But it did little for the black sunglasses, earpieces, and obviously fit bodies they carried.

At least the pieces I knew they were holding weren't showing.

But that did little to keep people eyes off of us as we passed by.

And let me tell you I'll never live down the time a boy bumped into me at the Louvre and they jumped on him faster than I could blink, pinning him to the ground.

Or a path being cleared when I saw the Mona Lisa. People snapped more pictures of me than of Da Vinci's iconic work.

(Pictures of course being taken care of and stifled by my family.)

It was all beginning to be too much. I knew they'd be over protective and I never complain but I was ACTUALLY looking forward to getting around by subway rather than a black Escalade.

Time flew by, and not in the fun way. But I still managed to take in every moment of beauty Europe's old cities had to offer.