Does fairytale really came from america? But why did I fantasized a Parisian fairytale? Like the Eiffel tower with music and sweet gestures and all these dreamy dates?

　　It was summer break last year when I first game to Paris and thought of living my life whilst leaving all that I have behind in my home country.

　　Back then I was so excited going to the Paris with all the fairytale I been dreaming of but what welcome me to Paris with nothing but a nightmare. It's all started when I thought that everything is going uphill. I forgot that roads have it's downhill also.

　　I am packing for my trip when....

　　Mama: Are you excited?

　　Camille: Yes! It's my dream destination, why would an I be? I mean Mom, it's France, Paris France. I just told that you and Dad would come with me.

　　Mama: I'm sorry babe but we really can't.

Hugs Camille tightly

　　.....

　　At the airport, during my boarding time.

　　Camille:

whispers excitedly

Paris, France, I'm so ready for you.

　　I was so ready for boarding that I forgot or almost forgotten a few things like my ID or some sort but my mother quickly handed it to me and told hugged me goodbye, which for I thought was good bye for the time being.

　　Upon arriving at Paris, I was so excited to do many things but first I settled in an apartment, I didn't know why my parents settled me in an apartment when I'm only here for a month long vacation.

　　A month in Paris went by quickly and everything was so magical that I fell in love with it hundred more times but I didn't expect that it would be the last time I'd fell in love with Paris. Who knew Paris would be a jail for me? When you Paris would be the start of is that downhill road that I've been talking about earlier?

　　As I was getting ready to go home, I received an several emails, an email from a Parisian school and then another email telling me that the apartment I'm setting in is my home now or should I call it home when my parents basically threw me in here? The last email would be from my parents basically telling me not to go home or should I say basically telling me that I don't have a home to go back to?

　　Yes I don't have the struggle, I have a a roof I could stay under and money to keep me going but how could I live when the people I relied all my life is now gone?

　　Years, It passed quickly with me mourning for the death of my parents as I treat it. I finished college and Viola, here I am traveling to America to find the fairy tail that I was looking for which I did not saw in Paris.

　　It wasn't a hard decision because I wasn't leaving anything for I don't have anything in this small town. I wanted the new... the new life that America could promise me in hopes that I'd see my own fairy tale, the downhill of my life ends here.