The Phantom of the Opera (a modern day version)
Chapter 1: Christine
Erik Duval laid his head beside his locker, it was just another horrible, normal day; wake up and stare at his pale white face, his black hair, his big red eyes, and his weird face, it wasn´t deformed, just a little different. He had no idea of where he had gotten such a physical appearance, his parents where completely different. They both had black hair, yes, but his mother´s eyes were blue and his father´s brown. They had always been very cold to him, he didn´ t blame them, he looked like a vampire while everyone else looked human, however, he had a secret talent no one else knew of, he could play music, he loved music, he would go every Tuesday to Hartford Conservatory, and play the piano, he also had an amazing voice, he was a prodigy, except he had no interest on being discovered. He went downstairs to have breakfast, he greeted his parents, they greeted him back without even looking, he drove to school where nobody was his friend and the teachers usually ignored him although he did have excellent grades, he was "the creepy one" or "the ghost", to all this he was used to so he tried no to care too much.
Today he heard some kids talking about some new girl that had came, her name was Christine Daae, everyone was excited about her arrival because she was a foreigner, not only she came from Sweden, but her father was a famous musician. He didn´t care much though, just another person, no big deal.
During the first break the cafeteria was very crowded, he just took his lunch went to sit by himself on a table at the corner, everyone was around this new girl talking to her and asking her questions like: "Really are you from Sweden?" "How´s your last name pronounced?" "What do you think of America?" "Can I touch you?" At first he didn´t want to look, but he was struck by curiosity, when he saw her, oh God, she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, her skin was white though not as much as his, her deep brown eyes showed sweetness and her light brown curls were cute, her face was the sun. He couldn´t help but stare, she was so beautiful but never mind, she would never turn her eyes to him, she would never know that he existed, when everyone left her alone to eat lunch, a blonde girl came to sit and chat with her, her name was Meg Hamilton, she was neither popular or rejected, she was just Meg, all he knew about her was that she was only 17 and already a professional Ballet dancer, Christine seemed to be getting along with her very well, it was obvious that they would end up being best friends, he had two more classes and a second break in which he didn´t see her, his next class was History, we walked past the music room to get there and heard an angelical voice singing, who was this girl he had never heard before? He opened the door a little bit and he couldn´t believe it, Christine Dáae was playing a rather sad melody and singing along. The sound of her voice was so pure he closed his eyes and started fantasizing about embracing her, he almost jumped when the bells rang and ran to History.
The teacher hadn´t arrived yet everyone was chating while he just grabbed a sit and his heart nearly jumped when he saw her entering the room. "Hi Christine! Would you like to sit here next to me?"- Meg called her. "Sure"- she answered kindly and took her seat between Meg and him. Today´s subject was the Napoleonic Empire, Erik´s specialty, but he wasn´t paying much attention, he couldn´t stop staring at her, she was paying attention to the teacher but suddenly she could sense his stare and turned around, her first impression was that he was different, his face a little weird but there was something in him that attracted her, they stared deeply into each other´s eyes for a few moments, it was the first time someone looked him in the eyes.
Mr. Duval, how long did the Napoleonic Empire last?- the teacher made him jump.
11 years, from 1804 to 1815- he calmly responded.
Good, try looking at the board- the teacher said with a funny face at his failure.