Un beau jour, ou peut-être une nuit
près d'un lac, je m'étais endormie
Quand soudain, semblant crever le ciel
Et venant de nulle part,
Surgit un aigle noir.
In my short time in France, I was blessed with meeting an amazingn, young and talented girl named Laura. On that fateful day in September when I first saw her, I never realized that only 6 short months later, I would be so touched by her existence that her parting this Earth would affect me like this.
In my class, a class where we take every course together, we have a special bond. We are the music and theater class. We cause havoc and have fun all of the time. I couldn't have asked for better classmates.
One of these classmates was named Laura, a gorgeous martinique-egyptienne who was especially ornery. She was the first person in my class to welcome me and accept me. She was always smiling and happy. It's so weird that she's no longer there.
This experience, while being really hard, has changed me for what I believe is a lifetime. There are people here in France who have touched my life in this short time that I've lived here. I can communicate, function, and prosper in a different language while succeeding and actually, doing it well.
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