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Post by camille isabelle sinclair on Jun 4, 2011 14:18:02 GMT -5
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Lima. It was Cammie's home now. Paris, France was long gone now. In fact, it was an entire ocean away. Cammie soon was going to be attending school at McKinley High School, not L'ermitage. Instead of eating genuine, French Croissants and Escargot, Cammie would have to eat french fries and burgers. Well, maybe Cammie would not eat the burgers. But that was what Americans ate at least once a week, right? No wonder they were so unhealthy and plump like plums. McDonalds was destroying their health. Well, Cammie wasn't going to give in and become just as unhealthy as the rest of America. She planned to eat salads and other healthy foods mostly, and if she ever had to stray away from healthy foods, she'd eat smaller portions. Then again, only Americans considered Cammie's food portions smaller portions. To her, it was just the norm. After all, the French were known by the rest of the world as rather skinny, despite the croissants and pastries, due to the fact that they ate their food in smaller portions. Cammie also did jog, too, to keep her weight under control. With a combination of her French diet and jogging, Cammie was reasonably fit.
Well, even if she didn't eat the American food, she was still an American, right? Cammie lived in Ohio now, the most dullest place on earth compared to Paris, and Ohio was one of the... fifty-one?... states of America. It wasn't just a visit, too. Cammie and her parents had filled out the immigration forms, packed up their things and had headed to Lima. Cammie missed the streets of Paris a lot, but there was also the benefit of moving to a place where nobody knew her at all. Despite the fact that it was a sad, miserable small town where any excitement was rear, it would be easier to be "out there" with her sexuality... right? She didn't have any friends yet, so if Cammie turned out to be bisexual, they wouldn't shrink away from her, thinking she was weird or be afraid of the fact that Cammie was crushing on them, right? Cammie doubt it would happen in Lima. Well, maybe the former possibility. But it would hurt less with people she didn't know. Her thoughts ended abruptly when her father stopped the car in front of their house. The cardboard boxes, stored in the little moving van connected to the car, via chain, her father had rented to take their boxes from the airport, were ready to be taken in the house. "Welcome to Lima," Cammie said quietly, not sure what else to say.
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