Hello Readers, This is yet another one-shot that I wrote. I am trying to get past my writer's block on my other stories so to help I've been just writing to get into the creative process to help come up with ideas. I have a few and am going to start working on them soon, so I can update my stories. Thank you for all the reviews and follows. I hope to get more. I hope you check out my other stories and let me know what you think. No matter what anyone else says, I will not judge you on your review so please don't be scared to let me know what you think. Hope to hear from you. With Love, ~Creaturess of the Night~
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Christine looked on sadly as all the other ballerinas ripped open their Christmas presents. Most of them had gotten had gotten an armful, which was way more than the two presents that she got.
She was grateful that Meg and Madame Giry had gotten her such beautiful presents, and she thought maybe she was being greedy, but she felt alone and out-of-place. All the ballerinas had gotten each other gifts, and had gotten Meg gifts, not because they wanted to, but to be on good terms with her mom, but because they actually liked her. Christine had gotten nothing from them because they did not like her that much.
She sullenly and silently got up and started walking to the chapel to light a candle for her father. She tried to ignore the tears that were sliding down her cheeks. She wanted to fit in and be accepted by the ballerinas but it was obvious to her that they would never like her. She entered the chapel and looked around at the beautiful place. It was where she heard the voice of her Angel. He always sang to her and was teaching her how to sing.
She loved her sessions, it was the only time that she felt like she accepted and cared for. She lit a candle for her father and whispered softly to him. When she opened her eyes there was a long thin box lying on the bench by the stain glass window. There was a tag sticking to it with her name written on it. She went over to the box and opened it. She saw a beautiful red rose lying in it. She felt tears fill her eyes when she saw the black ribbon tied around the stem. She noticed there was a card with it and she wondered who the gift was from.
She picked up the card and read what it wrote. It said Christine, I know what it feels like to be alone and unaccepted. But do not worry, I still care about you. I still accept you for who you are. Ignore the dancers, they are just jealous that they are not as amazing as you are. I know that you miss your father this time of year, but I want you to know that he is still looking out for you and he still loves you. I hope you like my rose, I wanted you to know that you are very accepted indeed, and that someone else cares enough to give you a gift. I hope you have a happy Christmas. ~With love, your Angel of Music. Christine picked up the rose and smelled it. She smiled as she thought of the memories of her father. She was glad to know that her angel was still there for her even when everyone else wasn't. She took the rose back to her room not knowing that it was the first of many that she would receive from her Angel.