Lost in Paris

It was a dark peaceful night in France, Paris and Zoey (a young five-year-old who was one of the most beautiful girls’ there) was resting in her floor bed. Most people called her ‘La beauté de la nuit’ meaning the beauty of the night. Zoey was an amazing singer and dancer. her life was almost perfect, until one night.

As Zoey was sleeping, when she heard a loud thud outside. she looked around to tell her parents, but no one was around, so she creeped outside to take a look at the scene. There was a dark a figure signaling her to come. Zoey was very young and naive, so she followed the figure.

The next day nobody could find Zoey. they checked houses, barrels of milk and even the king sent multiple of his guards to look for her, but she was nowhere to be found.

Meanwhile with Zoey, she was being forced to dance and sing to the dark figure who introduced himself as Marc. As she danced and singed tears rolled down her dark brown eyes as he smiled devilishly. But there was one thing, Marc was an American meaning he did not understand French so anytime Zoey sang she was sing about how she needed help.

Months later, Mark put on blonde hair for Zoey and forced her to sing and smile as they walked around Paris. As Zoey was singing people gasped and heled for help to the guards. Zoey sang louder and louder every time they passed by a guard or a villager. As she was singing, she saw her family and sang so loud that almost the whole of Paris could hear her and tried to run away but Marc held her hand so hard that she cried harder and stopped singing finally. She cried and cried a lot as marc hit and slapped her, there were scars all over her body and she was coughing blood, and her tears could fill a bucket the guards finally came to pull Marc away from Zoey but by the time they had arrived Zoey was gone.

Many cried including her mom as she sang the song her daughter sang before she died as she laid peacefully in the pool of blood.

”I could have given her a better life, a happier and richer life to live ” Her mom cried.

she screamed loudly and sang. A few weeks later, the whole of Paris came to Zoey’s funeral and dancers danced and sang around her grave. The sky was light, and the sun shown as rain poured but suddenly, they could hear Zoey laughing and singing along to the music. People were shocked but smiles spread across their faces.