It’s one thirty. He has not called. “Can we go now?” Miri whines. She’s already in her coat and boots, waiting by the door. “Ten minutes,” I say. “You said that ten minutes ago.” I ignore her and conti...
But then a boy appears at the palace gate. “Tom! Hi!” Bri says, smiling. “Just the person I wanted to see!” Tom is about her age, fifteen, and very cute. He has wavy light-brown hair and freckles on his nose. “You’re just the person I wanted to see, too,” he says with a laugh. “Which is why I cam...
Dear TJ (aka Travel Journal), I’m here! I’m on the plane! I did it! I can’t believe I’m actually going to FRANCE. I am so sophisticated. Okay, fine, in my ratty sweatpants, T-shirt, and ponytail, I am not looking so sophisticated, but that’s hardly the point. I AM GOING TO FRANCE. As soon as the ...