Today was moving in day. France was an ocean away and now Frankie was stuck in this awful place, scowling as she watched her siblings chaotically trying to sort out their luggage. Why their parents had decided to send them here insitead of New York where they were actually living was a mystery, but it probably had something to do with this place being less expensive so they could get a better apartment.
Elliot and Julian had tried valiantly to organise the group, but had stopped some time ago for a cigarette, as was in their nature. Frankie herself was smoking out of one side of her mouth and refusing to remove her glasses or her hat, even though it was getting pretty dark.
The red head appeared out of nowhere, sending her backwards and kicking her carry case currently housing a very pissed off cat. She sent out a torrent of angry French abuse and scowled at the girl. "Are you 'ere to carry my bag?" she said slowly, furrowing over the words.
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