Evie heard the start of a beeping sound and immediately smacked her alarm clock-- oh, it was her phone. Right. She already packed up her alarm clock.

She groaned and swiped the alarm away, and the beeping stopped. She then sat up in bed, and rubbed her eyes, sliding her glasses onto her nose bridge. It was time to load everything into the helicopter. The jet would be here in an hour.

She stretched and smoothed out the clothes she slept in, then checked her notifications. There were ten goodbye messages from friends, YouTube notifs, and the usual. She quickly responded, then slipped her small bag over her shoulder.

“Come on, mutt.” Evie said to Luppe, opening her bag for the kwami.

From where the little wolf had been “napping”, she opened one big eye to look at Evie with a glare.

When the kwami didn’t move, Evie walked over and scooped the mutt into the bag. However, she got bitten in the process and cursed under her breath as small beads of blood welled up on her skin. Whatever, she had to go. So she picked up a tote of items and started making her way up to the roof.

~~~

Evie whipped her brow clean of sweat after running through the house, and stood straight beside her mother Lilith, with her father Roderick on the other side.

"Evangelian. finally. What took you so long?" Her father asked rhetorically, without even looking at her.

Evie withheld a sarcastic retort. This was her father. No use in being defiant, because he could make her life miserable with the snap of his fingers. Not that it wasn’t already… Evie's father Rodrick was the CEO of a local multi-billion-dollar phone company by the name of AlphaOmega, and her mother Lilith was a mostly stay-at-home mom, but she also held large shares in her father's company.

All in all, Father never had time for her. Though that was more of a blessing, perhaps.

The jet landed on the mansion’s roof runway, its dark red reflecting some of the moon’s sheen. The family of three and a pilot climbed into the jet, and then they were off.

Evie settled down and pulled out the script for one of her upcoming movies, and read through it carefully. Even though she hated acting, she was still expected to practice. And so for the next forty minutes to an hour, this was how it went. The three sitting in silence, with Evie and Roderick on opposite sides from one another.

~~~

They were mid-decent when the jet went below the cloud cover, and Evie sucked in a breath as she saw the new scene unfolding in front of her. It was still dark out, so she could see moonlight reflecting off of the winding Seine River cutting through the center of Paris. Almost right next to it was the Eiffel Tower, with the Trocadéro gardens visible at its base. Down the river, the louver was visible to the north of the seine in its classic pyramid shape. With the waning gibbous over the scene, it was something the greatest photographers would die for.

All in all, Evie felt an odd sense of excitement as the private jet settled down on top of a massive mansion in the seventh arrondissement. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Immediately when they landed, the new staff could be seen waiting for them on the roof.

Evie’s father exited the jet and gave all the new servants a single nod of acknowledgment, and then made his way into the house following a group of maids. Lilith came out next, but shook hands with some of the staff instead of walking past immediately.

Evie slid out and bowed to the pilot, then made her way inside as well.

The stairs inside wound in a spiral downward, and the steps were made out of a black marble veined with white and dark teal. The railing was black as well, with intricate swirls shaped out of metal.

The walls were a simple beige with white trimming, but everything blended together nicely. It was nearly stark contrast to the old mansion, color palette and all.

The keeper leading them stopped suddenly and gestured towards the third-floor landing.

“Evangelian, your room is on this floor. Camille will show you to your rooms.” The housekeeper nodded towards one of the staff, who was a brunette about Evie’s age.

Evie nodded in thanks, then followed Camille into the third-floor hallway.

The floor was covered in a royal blue carpet instead of the previous black marble, and there were small chandeliers every few steps along the high hallway ceiling. Camille stopped in front of a set of double doors and pushed open the two slats of dark oak wood, to reveal a room behind. It was towering, to say the very least.

The room had a high vaulted ceiling with a prism chandelier hanging in the center.

This divided the room into two ‘floors.’ One was the base of the room with couches in the bottom left corner and a queen-sized bed in the top right, with navy blue covers.

About half the size of the floor before there was a loft above, with steps that could fold in and out of the wall leading up to it.

The loft itself was surrounded by windows and had five bookcases that reached all the way up to a glass ceiling, and one desk in the center with two PC monitors set up, and a third set sideways for special purposes. It looked like it would be an awesome place to study.

Other than the desk, Two bookcases with gaps between them were against the left and right walls, with one bookcase settled up against the wall at the very back of the loft.

The windows between the bookcases looked like they could open and close.

Overall the room was spacious and just what she needed, but it also felt barren. Hopefully, the boxes of her stuff were on their way, but it would most likely take them another forty minutes.

“Feel free to explore, Evangelian.” Camille said with a smile, and then left.

When the girl's footfalls ceased, Evie cracked open her purse and looked inside. The first thing she noticed was that the apple slice container that she kept in her bag twenty-four-seven was empty.

The second thing, was Luppe lying on her back inside the container, looking very full.

"Seriously, little mutt?" Evie said incredulously, picking up the container out of her purse and glaring at the little wolf inside at eye level.

“I was hungry. You try staying full all the time. It’s a hassle.” The kwami growled at her owner.

Evie didn’t break her glare. “Your lucky father is filthy rich. Or else he would wonder where all the fruit goes. And I wouldn’t be able to tell him it all goes in your mouth.” She deadpanned.

Luppe rolled her eyes and phased out of the container, pointedly not looking at Evie.

The teen sighed and placed the container down, then walked over to the double doors. She opened them and poked her head out into the hallway. No one was there. Good. She turned back and locked the door, and then went over to her bed, and pulled a notebook and a pen out of her bag.

This book's true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.

'Dear diary,

..These last three days have been... eventful. First saying goodbye to the girls, then the flight over here, and school is starting today, so that's just peachy.

I'm not sure what to expect, really. I've never been, well... the 'new girl' before. And I don't know how I feel about it. On one hand, I might meet some new people. On the other, I'm not exactly a social butterfly.

I have no idea how my classes will go, or even if they will. At least I can finally be grateful that my mother taught me French.’

Evie's hand stopped writing in her notebook as she heard footsteps in the hallway.

They were faint, but they were there. She grabbed her pen and hid the notebook in her bag, just in case.

The footsteps stopped outside her door.

"Evangelian, your boxes are here." A housekeeper's voice sounded muffledy from the other side of the door.

Evie strode over and opened it, to find a woman in a housekeeper's uniform standing there, next to a pile of boxes.

"Right, thanks," Evie said, waving away the woman. She started bringing the boxes into the room one by one, and then opened the first one. This one was the first rocks of her collection.

She picked through it, looking at the different types of stones, some clear and some opaque, some with patterns, some with spots, and even some that swirled like smoke. Silently she brought the boxes up to the loft and started putting them on the shelves one by one.

When she was done, she had six empty boxes, and rocks upon rocks on shelves. Some being used as book stoppers to prevent leaning, but the majority just sitting there, looking cool.

Her bismuth crystal was the last one.

She picked it up carefully and set it on the center bookcase, on the center shelf.

“You and your rocks.” Luppe sighed from the banister of the loft.

“Me and my rocks.” Evie agreed, not looking away.

The bismuth crystal was just the right height to see at eye level.

She nodded in satisfaction, and then went back down the fold-out stairs to get her laptop.

When she made it over to her backpack, she slid it out and took it back up to the loft where she plugged it into her new desk, then sat down and opened Discord.

Thirty mentions???

Evie groaned internally and then started checking the messages.

Most were 'goodbyes', but the girls had also spammed her with calls. Seriously? They knew she had to get settled in. Amanda in particular was relentless.

Evie sighed and hit call in her DMs with Amanda.

Amanda appeared on screen, wearing an oversized tee shirt and her usually neat hair messy.

“Eves! Finally! I thought you were never gonna call back! Why didn't you answer our calls?" Amanda's face was scrunched up in mock anger.

"Because I was moving and setting up, obviously," Evie said dryly. "Also, it's seven am. why are you even awake?"

"Well, you should have called us back!" Amanda shot back.

"I literally got here two hours ago. You could have waited." Evie rubbed her eyes tiredly.

"Soo, what's it like?"

"Well, it's big," Evie said simply. "And I have a loft too now, which is nice."

"Cool! What school are you going to again?"

"Collège de Françoise Dupont" Evie smoothly spoke in French, still with a British accent though.

"Uh... can you say that in English?"

"Sorry. Françoise Dupont High school, near the Eiffel tower."

"That sounds super cool. When are you supposed to go?"

"In half an hour. So sadly I gotta go get ready."

"Wait- why do you have to leave so soon?"

"Because I have to get there and find my class and everything, and then actually start class. You know, the normal stuff."

"You suck, you know that?"

"Yep." Evie said, popping the 'p'. "I'll talk to you later, Almond."

"Bye!"

Evie ended the call, and then left the loft to go find the kitchen.

~~~

A few minutes later, Evie had a bagel in her mouth, and she packed food for Luppe into her bag.

"Come on, mutt. It's time to go." Evie called up into the third floor.

She received a sleepy bark in response.

"Oh come on." she hissed under her breath as she marched up the stairs, and saw Luppe playing with a pencil.

Evie grabbed the wolf lightly and slipped the Kwami into her bag, and then left to wait next to the front doors.

Mother came down the stairs from the second floor, and gave Evie a smile.

“Ready to go, Gold?” Her mother asked, holding out a fist.

Evie smiled slightly and fistbumped her mother. “As I'll ever be.”

“And remember the rules. No…” Her mother trailed off, waiting for her to finish.

“Using my powers in public, or letting Luppe out of my sight. I know.” Evie finished.

“Alright,” Lilith said with a smile. “Let’s go out to the car.”

“Alright, but please only take me part of the way? It’s junior year and I would really rather walk in on foot."

Alright." Her mother said, nodding. "If you're sure.”

The two left the house, and a chauffeur opened the door to a shiny new Tesla. Evie climbed in the back on the far right side, and Lilith climbed in on the other.

The ride in total about two-thirds of the way only took ten minutes, and soon the car dropped off Evie about two blocks from her new school.

She stepped onto the sidewalk and started walking, and soon her destination was in view.

The building was tall and made out of white-washed beige stone. It had many windows, and looked much more rustic than her old highschool. That was for sure. She quite admired how different building structure was in Paris than England

“Would you stop walking like a snail so we can get there already? Luppe growled, popping out of Evie’s bag as she began crossing the road.

“Whatever, luppe.” She deadpanned at the kwami. “It’s my first time here. So don’t expect me to hurry.”

Then the next few moments seemed to pass in a blur.

"LOOK OUT!" Somebody shouted in French, but with an American accent.

Evie looked around and then saw in horror a truck coming right at her.

Then, somebody crashed into her HARD, knocking them both to the ground where she felt the woosh of air of a car driving past.

Whoever it was grabbed her hand and pulled her across the street, and to the safety of the sidewalk.

Evie heaved for breath, willing herself to calm down from near death. Looking up, she finally got a look at who saved her life. Kind of hard now though, since her glasses had gone flying off somewhere. She could hear her father's voice in her head scolding her for wearing glasses instead of contacts in the first place.

The girl, (from what she could see) had light tan skin, violet eyes, and curly red hair. She had some scrapes but otherwise seemed unharmed.

"Thanks," Evie simply said, pulling out a pair of extra frames from her pocket. WAIT, wait wait wait. Where did her miraculous go?

Her hands shot to her neck and she looked around, then breathed a small sigh of relief as she spotted it in the grass nearby.

She silently walked over and dropped it over her head.

Then Evie heard a gasp.

Apparently, her and the girl's little stunt earlier had gathered a crowd of pedestrians.

"She's a hero!" Somebody exclaimed, looking straight at the girl.

Odly, the girl's chest began to rise and fall quicker, and her eyes widened a tiny bit.

"You alright?" Evie asked, cocking an eyebrow. This girl either had serious anxiety, or she was introverted.

"I-I need to go." The girl squeaked, then ran away.

"Huh," Evie muttered under her breath.

"Miss, are you okay?" A woman asked her, and Evie gave her a look.

"Yeah, I think I'll be okay." She shrugged. She quickly fixed her hair and nodded to the lady, then left again towards Françoise Dupont.