I dialed up my family first, "Mere (translation: mother)…" I couldn't get anymore out… I missed her so much. We talked for a while and I also talked to my father. After that I called up Chantal. "Bonjour, Chantal, si vou plait?" (trans: hello,Chantal, please?)"Bonjour?" "Hello Chantal, it's me!" "Chaline!!" she squealed. "How was the flight over and how does it feel to be living in the same state as Brian, I mean Nick, I mean the BSB?" "The flight over was okay, I slept the whole way there pretty much! And living here… wow! I live in a huge house with a lady and her husband and 5 kids but the kids aren't here yet and get this-- the lady's name is…Jane Carter! HAHAHA! I don't think it's her tho." "Oh! HAHAHA! Oh man, I have to go, sorry. Call me later…bye!" "Bye!" I turned on the lamp that was next to my bed and turned off the main room light and went to sleep.
The next morning I woke up and had no idea where to take a shower. She showed me where then I took a shower and watch TV. After a week I was pretty much settled in and I had already decorated my room in the imfamous "Backstreet Walpaper". No empty spots, you could not see the wall, it was all covered in BSB posters. One night I woke up around 11:30 at night and I was thirsty. I heard voices coming from downstairs. "Kids must have come home." I thought. I went downstairs and said "Hi Jane, I just came down to--" I glanced around the room and saw who else was there, I nearly fainted. "Oh mon Dieu!" (Trans: Oh my God!) I yelled and began hyperventilating. I ran to my room and dialed up Chantal.