i left on march 4, with my suitcase. i was so excited because i'd always wanted to take a trip like this one.
i found a rich family who'd always wished they had cooler children and they gladly took me along on their yearly european vacation. but i ditched them the moment they gave me my plane ticket, because i didn't like them very much.
there they are: mrs. fletcher, mr. fletcher, kelly, and jacob.
kelly is adopted and jacob has an aversion to pencil crayons.
they smile too much.
i doodled around paris for a day; saw some sights, i ate some pastries.
i forgot to visit the eiffel tower.
i feel like kind of a failure.
i took off early the next morning for some sort of eastern country where they have miniature camels, one of which bit me in the thigh..
i got better.
so then i was going to come home but i went to venice instead, because i wanted to.
they let me drive a boat.