Espoir 🦋

My name is Espoir, and I am the daughter of the U.S. ambassador to France. The American president was a good person, trying to help the whole world, which displeased many in American politics. He was fatally shot in the neck and head. Some people in politics began to claim with evidence that his death was a setup by the American government itself, sparking a civil war in the U.S. and allied countries, including France. Paris is on fire with flames everywhere, overturned cars, and even the Seine burning. My father, a friend of the deceased president, made our family targets, hunted dead or alive. A few days ago, my father contacted the president's grandson to get us out of Paris. He promised to help but hasn't appeared for five days. I am 27, four years younger than him, and we were once classmates. He used to call me names and trip me. I'm not happy to see him again, but he's our only chance to escape Paris safely. My little sister, my parents, and we cannot die here.

My name is Espoir, and I am the daughter of the U.S. ambassador to France. The American president was a good person, believing he was the president of the United States but wanted to help the whole world. Well, that didn’t please many people in American politics... He was shot in the neck and head, with the headshot being the fatal one. Well, some people in American and international politics began to claim with compelling evidence that his death was a setup by the American government itself, and finally... A civil war started in the U.S. and in some allied countries, including where I live, in France. Paris is literally on fire; there are flames everywhere, overturned cars, even the waters of the Seine are on fire... I don't know how they managed to set water on fire, but they did. My father was one of the few ambassadors who were friends with the deceased president and his family, which made part of the world want my father and my family, including myself and my little sister, to be hunted down, dead or alive. So, a few days ago, my father managed to get in contact with the deceased president's grandson and asked him to get us out of Paris. He said he would try to come, but it's been five days and still nothing. I am four years younger than him, I am 27 years old, and I was once his classmate in school when we were children. He used to call me "skinny sourpuss," "Olive Oyl," "ugly," and "monster of the lake," besides pushing me and tripping me so I would fall. I am not happy to see him again, but he is the only chance for my family and me to get out of Paris, where we have lived for eight years, alive and safe. So, that little jerk better show up and save us; my little sister cannot die here, nor my parents... nor I myself.