To Love Again
"But above all things a story
about love. A love that will
live forever. The End."
Sandra closed her book and sighed. The book was so beautiful. The love, the drama, the tragedy. It was the best book she had ever read. She had bought the book in 1905, about three years ago. She immediately knew she would love it. It had a dark red cover and gold glittering letters that read A Story About Love. It was by a very talented writer named Christian James. It called to her "Buy me! Buy me!" So, she did. Since then she had read it about a hundred times. Suddenly she felt a light tap on her shoulder. "Excuse me miss but, would you be interested in buying a cookie?" asked a small boy. He was thin and pale and looked no older than seven years old. She gave him a kind smile. "Of course I would," Sandra said kindly and handed the boy a couple of coins. The boy smiled as he handed her the cookie. "Thank you lady," the boy said and walked to another passenger. She looked out of the train's window. The rain gently splattered against her window. It felt so good to be free, to be on her own. She had been planning to leave ever since she first A Story About Love. Of course she had told her parents that she was leaving but they didn't think she was serious until she was halfway out the door. Her rich, snobby parents used every excuse to not make her go. "You'll just end up a whore on the streets with nothing to live for but selling yourself to men!" they told her but Sandra refused to listen. She took her share of the family's fortune and bought a ticket to London. Now here she was with no clue on how she was going to make it in London but she decided to make the best of it. "Now approaching London station!' yelled a train announcer. Sandra quickly packed up her book into a small handbag and picked up her suitcase as the train slowly came to a stop. She quickly walked to the nearest train exit. As she stepped out of the train she saw how everyone seemed to be in a rush. People boarding the train, people getting off the train. "Excuse me, pardon me,' Sandra muttered as she made her way past all the people. Eventually she made it out of the station. It took her a while to take in all the sights. The colors, the people, the entire city itself! When she finally got over her emotion session she heard her stomach grumble. "Now first to find a place to eat," she told herself. She walked towards a small crowded café across the street.
This is my first fan fic so please don't send me bad reviews! Disclaimer: All Moulin Rouge characters belong to the genius Baz Luhrman. I sadly only own Sandra. Next chapter will include Christian!
"But above all things a story
about love. A love that will
live forever. The End."
Sandra closed her book and sighed. The book was so beautiful. The love, the drama, the tragedy. It was the best book she had ever read. She had bought the book in 1905, about three years ago. She immediately knew she would love it. It had a dark red cover and gold glittering letters that read A Story About Love. It was by a very talented writer named Christian James. It called to her "Buy me! Buy me!" So, she did. Since then she had read it about a hundred times. Suddenly she felt a light tap on her shoulder. "Excuse me miss but, would you be interested in buying a cookie?" asked a small boy. He was thin and pale and looked no older than seven years old. She gave him a kind smile. "Of course I would," Sandra said kindly and handed the boy a couple of coins. The boy smiled as he handed her the cookie. "Thank you lady," the boy said and walked to another passenger. She looked out of the train's window. The rain gently splattered against her window. It felt so good to be free, to be on her own. She had been planning to leave ever since she first A Story About Love. Of course she had told her parents that she was leaving but they didn't think she was serious until she was halfway out the door. Her rich, snobby parents used every excuse to not make her go. "You'll just end up a whore on the streets with nothing to live for but selling yourself to men!" they told her but Sandra refused to listen. She took her share of the family's fortune and bought a ticket to London. Now here she was with no clue on how she was going to make it in London but she decided to make the best of it. "Now approaching London station!' yelled a train announcer. Sandra quickly packed up her book into a small handbag and picked up her suitcase as the train slowly came to a stop. She quickly walked to the nearest train exit. As she stepped out of the train she saw how everyone seemed to be in a rush. People boarding the train, people getting off the train. "Excuse me, pardon me,' Sandra muttered as she made her way past all the people. Eventually she made it out of the station. It took her a while to take in all the sights. The colors, the people, the entire city itself! When she finally got over her emotion session she heard her stomach grumble. "Now first to find a place to eat," she told herself. She walked towards a small crowded café across the street.
This is my first fan fic so please don't send me bad reviews! Disclaimer: All Moulin Rouge characters belong to the genius Baz Luhrman. I sadly only own Sandra. Next chapter will include Christian!