Lost in the Wind
CHAPTER ONE
Eliza Scatter. If you look her up online she won't exist. She has no records anywhere. No picture that comes up on google images is her. No birth certificate. No nothing. A ghost of a girl lost in the wind.
If you ask people in Chesire about her, they'll shake their heads. Yes there was a girl named Eliza Scatter, she left years ago. Don't try to find her because everyones already tried. She simply has dissapeared. The people of Chesire doubt she ever really existed. They've forgotten or tried too. A famillar name that might ring a bell, a name that broke one boy's heart,is all that Eliza Scatter is in Chesire.
NATALIE'S POV
"Bonjour Natalie!", my fellow waitress Marie yelled as she walked in the door. "Bonjour Marie. Ca va bien??", I asked the French words still seemed foriegn coming out of my mouth even after all these years, but no one ever noticed. No one knew I wasn't really french. "Qui, Ca va bien.", she replied slipping on her apron. We busied ourselves in the cafe preparing for the lunch rush.
It was 15 minutes till openning I looked in the mirror to make sure I looked pretty for the long day ahead. I didn't really care about what I looked like not anymore, but it never hurt to look a tiny bit good. My reflection wasn't me though. The girl in the mirror had auburn hair, no freckles, and pale skin. The only thing I recognized was the eyes in the mirror after all these years I had refused to change them. They were the only piece of Eliza that was left. Without my blue eyes Eliza Scatter would be gone forever.
I refused to let my self dwell on that any longer and turned away just as Marie yelled, "CUSTOMERS!".(A/N Marie and Natatlie do speak french to each other but I'm not fluent so everyhting they say won't be in french, I'll include the french bits that I know though just pretend it's all in french) I hurried to the front to greet our first customers of the day. I paused in the kitchen to put on my apron. I heard voices coming from the front. I almost choked on air. That voice. I knew that voice. No Eliza knew that voice. Natalie does not know that voice, I tried to convince myself. I wanted to run to hide but Marie yelled my name again I had no choice. I opened the door praying he wouldn't recognize me.
If you ask people in Chesire about her, they'll shake their heads. Yes there was a girl named Eliza Scatter, she left years ago. Don't try to find her because everyones already tried. She simply has dissapeared. The people of Chesire doubt she ever really existed. They've forgotten or tried too. A famillar name that might ring a bell, a name that broke one boy's heart,is all that Eliza Scatter is in Chesire.
NATALIE'S POV
"Bonjour Natalie!", my fellow waitress Marie yelled as she walked in the door. "Bonjour Marie. Ca va bien??", I asked the French words still seemed foriegn coming out of my mouth even after all these years, but no one ever noticed. No one knew I wasn't really french. "Qui, Ca va bien.", she replied slipping on her apron. We busied ourselves in the cafe preparing for the lunch rush.
It was 15 minutes till openning I looked in the mirror to make sure I looked pretty for the long day ahead. I didn't really care about what I looked like not anymore, but it never hurt to look a tiny bit good. My reflection wasn't me though. The girl in the mirror had auburn hair, no freckles, and pale skin. The only thing I recognized was the eyes in the mirror after all these years I had refused to change them. They were the only piece of Eliza that was left. Without my blue eyes Eliza Scatter would be gone forever.
I refused to let my self dwell on that any longer and turned away just as Marie yelled, "CUSTOMERS!".(A/N Marie and Natatlie do speak french to each other but I'm not fluent so everyhting they say won't be in french, I'll include the french bits that I know though just pretend it's all in french) I hurried to the front to greet our first customers of the day. I paused in the kitchen to put on my apron. I heard voices coming from the front. I almost choked on air. That voice. I knew that voice. No Eliza knew that voice. Natalie does not know that voice, I tried to convince myself. I wanted to run to hide but Marie yelled my name again I had no choice. I opened the door praying he wouldn't recognize me.
Notes
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PS.
It's will take place in Paris and London but i've never been to Europe(much to my dismay:() so could someone let me know what it's like there
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9/18/13