Triangle de Amour
Chapter 1
It was a beautiful sunny morning in Station Square. A certain cat-girl named
Halley was walking down the street. She was carrying her brown purse, along with her flute and
books. She had a very important flute lesson to go to.
But then, she stopped when she saw a huge crowd surrounding a white
limousine and taking flash photography picture. Halley didn't know what the commotion was
about, until she saw three black cats step out of the vehicle. One of them was a man with
brown hair wearing a formal white outfit and black shoes. Another one was a woman with long
black hair. She wore a golden dress with a hoop skirt and white glittered shoes. The last one
was a boy about Halley's age. He looked like the man, except he had a black tuxedo with a bow
tie and brown shoes.
When the reporters and people asked a lot of questions, Halley couldn't
understand what the cats were saying. She felt like they were speaking a different language.
Suddenly, she heard her watch beep and looked at it. "Oh, crude," she said.
"These shenanigans are making me late for practice." As Halley was running, a sheet of music
fell from her flute binder.
The boy-cat noticed it on the ground and picked it up. He then saw Halley
running. He figured that she needed it. Then, the woman called his named, telling him that he
had to get going.
The boy replied, "Une minute, mere." He ran to Halley and screamed,
"Mademoiselle!" Halley didn't listen, but when the boy caught up to her, he grabbed her hand
and said, "Mademoiselle, wait!" Halley finally turned to him. She was surprised to see him close
to her. The boy felt the same way.
He handed the cat-girl her music sheet. "You dropped this," he said in English,
but with a French accent.
Halley took the sheet and hesitated for about a second. "Um, thanks," she said
nervously.
"De rien."
"Is that a French accent?"
"Well, yes. It runs through my family."
"Oh, that's nice to know."
The boy looked into Halley's eyes. "I have never seen such a lovely girl like you
in a while. I must know your name."
Halley blushed lightly. "I'm Halley Hallivan."
The boy bowed politely. "Bonjour, Halley Hallivan. I am Ernest Cunningtin."
"Wow. I've never seen you before."
"You're not joking? Well, my family happens to be one of the richest people in
France. We're here for a tour at the French Treasures Museum. Each year, we come here to
make donations for specific reasons."
"That's really generous."
"Oui." Ernest noticed Halley's flute. "What instrument is that?"
"A flute. I've been playing it since I was seven years old."
"Really?"
Halley nodded.
"Ernest!" Ernest's mother called out. "Allez!"
"Coming, mere!" Ernest called back to his mother. He turned to Halley. "I must
go. My parents are waiting for me." Ernest handed Halley a little piece of paper.
The cat-girl looked at it. "What's this?"
"My address. You should play a song to me sometime, if you want to, that is.
Au revoir!" Ernest left to be with his family while Halley left for her flute lesson.