Chanelle was quiet and shy, seeking comfort within your arms often.

She was a French girl, coming to America to be closer to you and her family.

And while she's been here, everyone has been incredibly offensive to her. Mocking French people with stereo types...

Chanelle can't take it anymore. She wishes she was someone else, and she has gone distant. She doesn't talk to you as much and finds her voice annoying when she does...

At dinner, the two of you sat at the kitchen table.