A/N: Hey, this is my first attempt at a fanfic. This is like a modern-day retelling of the Phantom of the Opera, although it might end differently. Oh, This may be mostly PG rated, I don't really know yet. Anyway, hope you like it, and reviews are appreciated!
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Chapter One
Nineteen year old, Chris Davis scanned the streets of Shady Brook, searching for her new house. Her real-estate agent had already showed the home, but Chris wasn't used to the surroundings and was now wishing she had asked for a map.
"Damn it," she muttered as she passed the same 'slow children at play' sign for the third time.
Chris was mentally cursing herself for not remembering her way around this town. Shady Brook held quite a bit of memories for Chris. Sadly, she had moved away before she learned to drive, so she didn't know the neighborhood streets that well. But she had lived there long enough to still remember various places from her childhood.
She could remember spending afternoons at Frosty's malt-shop, Bennett's drugstore, the cinema, and she had particularly fond memories of the local theatre. But the one place she remembered the best was a bookstore. Montgomery's Bookshop was where her father had worked when she had lived in Shady Brook as a child.
Steve Davis, Chris' father, had taken on the responsibility of raising her himself after his wife died giving birth to Chris. Mr. Davis was a musician, but he didn't make enough money to feed their small family by performing, so he applied for a job at a local bookstore. He didn't make much money, but it put a roof over their head.
Chris was hoping she would be able to contact Mr. Montgomery soon, so she could see about applying for a spot at the store. But right now, the task at hand was finding her house.
131, 132, Chris counted off in her mind, Ah! 133 Cobble Drive!
Chris smiled as her eyes fell upon the white cookie-cutter house that now belonged to her. She pulled into the driveway, and popped the trunk as she climbed out of her Honda Accent. She walked up to the stoop of her house, and turned to face towards the street.
It was a perfect September day, and even the grass seemed greener. Everything seemed better than it had ever been before. The trees were starting turning their lovely shades of reds and oranges, and children were playing games all up and down the sidewalks.
Well, Chris thought to herself, might as well start unpacking.
She went back to her car, and opened the trunk the rest of the way. There were a few boxes in the trunk; the movers had already brought most of her stuff. Chris sighed as she hauled two of the boxes into the house.
The boxes were set on the hardwood floor as Chris looked around the den. It was going to be a long day.
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