And still the sisters stood, side by side, watching as the South coast of England with its formidable white cliffs of Beachy Head began to fade into the distance. Despite the sun, the breeze was strong and chilly, both girls shivered in their thin white tops. Dressed in the classic uniform for teenage girls in the ‘80s of tight blue jeans and white cotton sleeveless tops, both were reluctant to reach for their jumpers and spoil the effect they were so well-aware they created. Isabelle with her long brown hair, Christina with her long blond hair – both received appreciative looks from others walking by, particularly the boys! “We’re finally on our way!” whispered Christina to Isabelle. “It’s seemed ages since we first heard of this trip, and now here we are on the ferry and actually on our way!” She was clearly excited and a little bit disbelieving they had finally escaped. At just sixteen, Christina realised she was incredibly lucky that their parents were letting her go to Paris with her elder sister who was only seventeen. Isabelle was equally excited. Okay, she told herself, so they would be staying with friends of their parents whom they didn’t know and who would probably turn out to be quite old and dull. But they were going to Paris! And there was going to be nothing at all dull about Paris!
