XXXXXXXXXXXXXCècile Couture
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Cecile felt like barfing when she sat down on the train to get from her small town to the big city, Paris. She looked at her backpack full of her art supplies, and her suitcase full of clothes, and other necessary things- Like candy. The train was pretty rough, since it halted every 10 seconds, and made this annoying sound every time a person got out their seat. Cecile held onto her bag and suitcase carefully, not wanting her poor tablet to be crushed if she dropped her bag when the train halted. Thirty minutes later, Cecile stepped off the the train, like a drunken monkey, trying not to barf her insides out. She stumbled out of the train station, to be welcomed by traffic, and honking horns. It was always busy near the train station, so she didn't really care. Cecile flipped out her phone and called her favorite taxi company to come pick her up. While she was waiting, she looked around, and saw one little tree planted beside the train station. It looked funny because that small little tree was just sitting there alone, it almost made Cecile want to run over and give it a hug. Soon the taxi was here, and she jumped in, telling them to drive to Résidence Sarrhail. The guy driving was surprised she was going there, but she shrugged it off, and took the back roads to try to get there faster.
Maybe the taxi was a bit worse than the train.. The taxi driver took the back roads (which Cecile didn't mind), but he kept hitting bumps, swerving, and speeding up, which made Cecile even more motion sick. Cecile clutched onto her seat belt, taking deep breaths, she tried not to freak out, but if he hit one more bump, Cecile was about to go psycho. Soon he made it onto the main (paved, thank god) roads, and drove good enough that Cecile could take out her sketch book and draw, without stabbing herself with her pencil. She decided to sketch a humanized form of that little tree earlier, surrounded by a bunch of civilians, which represented the cars, and the traffic station. Cecile put away her pencil and grabbed a green pen, to outline the tree, to make her stand out from the crowd she drew. She soon finished it, and put away her sketch book just in time for the taxi to screech to a halt. He turned around and gave her a friendly smile. He asked for the money which she gave extra, and he called out. "Merci, mademoiselle!" {Thanks miss!} Cecile turned around and smiled back. "Pas de problème!" {no problem!} Cecile said in the nicest tone possible, and walked off to the ENSBA dorms, to travel to the suite.
When she got inside the suite, she could hear people inside already, and she smiled. "Thank god I'm not the only one here.." Cecile muttered under her breath and looked up at the spiral staircase. She groaned, but then just got over herself and grabbed her suitcase and traveled up the spiral staircase, to the bedrooms. She took the farthest left one, and sat down on the bed, taking a deep breath in. 'I hope no one heard me.. I need to calm down before I could go talk to anyone..' Cecile thought, and sighed, then she remember the blonde at the couch downstairs. 'Crap! She probably think I ignored her!' Cecile thought again and mentally slapped herself, she wanted to make a good impression, but that idea soon vanished. Soon she sat there at her bed, doodling on her tablet.