@Chapter 7@

Tage's POV
The next morning, Maddie woke us up really early. And I mean early. Like 8:00. We clecked out, when Adam drove up. "Come on." Maddie said, rolling the window down.

We all jumped in, and Adam drove off. "Ok," He said, "We have 2 1/2 days before Tori's body can't take her soul."

"What?! You didn't tell us 'bout that!" Michaela cried.

"Well, sorry." He said, then mumbled 'drama queen' under his breath.

Michaela mumbled 'death boy' under her breath.

"Ok! Stop it!" I yelled.

It was silent, until Joe (of course) said, "Hey, Michaela what to hear a blonde joke?"

Michaela raised an eyebrow, "Sure."

"How do you erase a blonde's memory?"

"I don't know."

"You just blow in her ear." Joe leaned over and blow in Michaela's ear, then asked, "Who am I?"

Michaela sighed, rubbing her temple, "Joe, there is so much not right 'bout you."

Pier, Missiouri; 1:00:28 P.M
"Where are we?" Joe asked. It looked like we were in the middle of nowhere.



Adam cursed, and the car stopped. "Adam, " Michaela asked, "Why did yo stop?"

"Out of gas." He answered, stepping out of the car. We all got out. "Seriously, where are we?" Joe repeated.

"Let's go ask that guy." I suggested, pointing at a person closest to us.

"Hello." Adam said.

"Bon après-midi, les enfants. " The man replied.

"What did he-" Maddie asked, when Michaela answered, "Bonjour, monsieur. Pouvez-vous s'il vous plaît dites-nous oùsommes-nous?"

He laughed, "Vous êtes ici Pier, Missouri. La seule ville française aux États-Unis."

"Merci, monsieur."

"Vous êtes le bienvenu, mon enfant." He said, with a tip of his hat.

"Michaela, " I asked, "You know french?"

Michaela blinked, "No why?"

"You just spoke french."

"I did?"

Everyone nodded. "Cool!" She cried.

I rolled my eyes.

Girls are such girls.