When my sister was in "La Fontaine", she always told me about a trip to the United States of America that they would probably do in ninth grade. She was very excited, but unfortunately, she couldn't go. So when Mrs. Motard (our English teacher) told the pupils of 3^ème A and I about a trip to the USA, we were very keen to discover what people called "the New World".

Day after day, Mrs. Motard gave us more details: we would go to a small town near Boston, called Lexington. Every pupil would have a pen pal, he would live with during the exchange. We would go to Lexington in October, and the Americans would come to France in May. They would be in 8^th grade, so they would be younger than us.

What we were told by Mrs. Motard looked fantastic. We all had the head full of dreams, and it began to be difficult to remain concentrated on other subjects (I'm sorry about that). One day, I received a letter from the USA. It was my pen pal. Excited, I read it and read it...