Author's Note: This FanFic is not based on the BOOK it is based on the MOVIE!! The only thing I'm using from the book is the name Erik. Thank you

Christine Williams is a bad girl, a very bad girl. She is the skipping class, fighting in a gang, law breaking, disobeying her mother kind of bad. But one day she wakes up to a change. Her and her mother have just moved half way across the world to Paris. Her mother has gotten fed up with her foolishness so she decides to send her to a juvenile center to see if they can help with her bad behavior. Christine is not to thrilled about the idea but she goes anyway, that's when things start to happen. She is forced to sing in operas and put on dresses the whole opera deal here. One night a mysterious young woman about her age comes up to her after one of the shows warning her not to leave her room no matter who comes to her. Didn't happen, Christine follows him to his cavern and is blown away. He's beautiful and sings like and angel. But soon she finds that the woman who told her mother about this center wanted to see this so called Opera Ghost. And was planning on using Christine to do so. Read to find out more……….

This story is set in the twenty first century.

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You're sending me where!?

Christine wakes to her alarm clock beeping in her ear. "Damn thing, I don't feel like getting up right now." She presses the snooze button for the fifth time that morning and turns over with a sigh snuggling up close to her pillow. "Christine get out of bed right now or you're already late for school." Her mom calls from the kitchen.

'God damn it I hate her so much' Christine rolls out of her bed and slips on a pair of leopard print slippers on her way to the bathroom. Her mom steps around the corner just as Christine opens the door to the bathroom. "Oh so she lives. You should have been up an hour ago, there is no use trying to go to school but you are going to do some things for me around the house while I'm gone."

Christine sighs "I didn't go to school because I'm not feeling good, so I hope you don't think I'm going to do stupid chores that you should be doing." She snaps at her. "I don't know who you think you are Christine Elizabeth Williams but you better step down off your high horse and straighten up young lady." Her mother almost yells drawing herself up to her full height and stepping almost inches away from her daughter.

Christine makes a small effort to stand up straight but then slumps back down. "Sorry I can't straighten up at the moment, you see my back has been killing me and…." Christine's mother frowns at her and places her hands on her hips. "You know one of these days I'm going to send you to a home and you're going to find out just how good of a life you have here." Christine looks at her. "Hm, I doubt it. If you sent me to a home who would you bitch at and make do the work around the house?" Christine steps into the bathroom shutting the door quickly and locking it.

Walking over to the shower Christine turns on the hot water testing the temperature with the tips of her fingers. When it gets just right Christine steps back stripping off her clothing. Hearing her mom banging around in her room looking for clothes so she can go to work Christine lets out a chuckle. She steps into the shower and turns around letting the water hit her back loosening the tense muscles. She then grabs the shampoo squirting some into her hand massaging it through her long wavy brown hair.

After conditioning her hair she grabs the soap and rubs it all over her body. Carefully she rubs the suds of soap over her breasts making her nipples tingle. The soapy water runs down her flat stomach and then her long lean legs. Rinsing her body from head to toe she then turns off the water and steps out of the shower. "Christine I'm leaving now, and when I get home all of the things that are on that list on the counter better be done." Her mother says calmly on the other side of the door. "I'll do them when I get good and ready." Christine shouts grabbing a towel from the rack and wrapping it around her.

With a sigh she wishes Christine a good day and begins walking away. Before coming out of the bathroom Christine waits for the sound of the keys then the opening and closing of the door. Shaking her head and opening her bathroom door Christine steps out and walks to her room. Dropping the towel in a basket she walks over to the closet her breasts bobbing up and down as she walks. Christine pulls out a pair of jeans, tie-die spaghetti strap shirt, and a short sleeve button up shirt.

Christine was a blessed girl, all breasts, butt, and legs. She had beautiful brown hair that stopped at mid back, the most beautiful eyes, and to sum it all up the biggest and plumpest lips you can imagine (Which if you were lucky formed into one of the brightest smiles you would ever see.). She knew very well of her beauty, something that she had take full advantage of in her home and school in New York. Every time she was walking down the street she got 'woo's' and 'hoo's' from single men, taken men, even women. But now thanks to her moms' job they had to move half way across the world to Paris, and Christine was not at all happy about it. Everyone she saw in Paris was so elegant and graceful, she was nothing compared to them and she knew it. The only thing that ever caught the people's eye in Paris was when she smile, which was a rare sight to see so she was never really noticed.

But I digress, lets just get back to the story.

Walking over to the bed she puts on the pants, and then the spaghetti straps, and the button up shirt letting it hang open. She walks from her room and into the kitchen picking up the list of chores that her mother left throwing it in the trash. "What to eat?" she says aloud. Opening the fridg she spots a bag of freshly bought cherries. "Yummy" she grabs the bag and walks into the living room sitting in the chair she grabs the remote turning on the TV flipping through channels. "I hate this place there's nothing to do."

She eats the cherries popping them into her mouth as she flips through the channels. She stops on channel 35 and watches some music videos for a while then flips to the news. "We have some shocking news today, here is Katty Limburg with more details… Katty?"

The TV flips too a skinny to white, white woman in a black dress suit and a microphone. "Thank you Diana, today we have got some very interesting news from or very own Nancy Finnegan. Miss Finnegan would you like to tell the people of Paris what you are planning?"

"Yes I would Katty now as you know we are standing in front of what used to be the most popular place in town to go see a wonderful show. The very famous Opera Populair which unfortunately burned down two years ago to a tragic fire. But it still looks beautiful from the out side and at this very moment we are working on the inside. I have made an agreement with the two owners of this Opera House. I turn this place into a beautiful juvenile center and I pay them a fee of 160 francs a month. Which is to brought to their home's for they will come no where near this opera house after what happened two years ago."

"Nancy how do you plan of getting people to bring there children to this place that has such a bad reputation now a days? In the past two years people that have went in to that place have either not come back or talked nonsense of seeing a ghost ." Diana asks. "Diana you would be surprised at the amount of people that would send their children here if they thought it would do any good. And I guaranty that this center while be the best thing that will ever happen to your children. There will be activity's for them every day and at the end of the 6 months here we will put on a little opera of our own for you the parents so that you see who much your child has changed."

"Nancy how on earth do you think that you are going to get a bunch of juveniles to do of all things especially an opera?" "Well Diana kids are every unpredictable, you have no idea what they can do until they do it. I think all they need is some moral support and a little push." "Well the sounds good enough to me I hope these plans of yours work to there fullest. This is Nancy Finnegan, and I'm Diana Limburg signing off from what is to become the newest center of the year." "Just one more thing Diana that I would like to say to the parents. Our new center will be up and running in about a week so get ahead of time and sign up now. I am taking calls at my home from 4:00p.m. to 12:00a.m. Please feel free to call the number is 850-545-9689. And remember help your child to help themselves."

Christine picks up the remote and turns it to Si-Fi. "What a bunch of shit. I'm Nancy Finnegan and please remember I'm a fake bitch!" Christine mocks in a high squeaky voice. "Dumb blonde bimbo, what parent would make there kid do that." Christine sits back in her chair and shuts her eyes. 'Time to take a little nap' Christine yawns and curls up in the chair.

Later that evening

Christine awakens to a slamming door. She sits up moaning rubbing her eyes, angry about being woken up. 'Does she know how to be quiet' Christine stands and walks to the kitchen. "Can you make any more noise?!" Christine shouts at her mother. "Oh… sorry hunny I'm just in a hurry and I need to talk to you real quick but I only have half an hour to get ready for my next shift."

"Mom you're starting to ramble." Christine looks at her very confused. "What do you need to talk to me about?" "Remember this morning when I told you that one of these days I was going to send you to a home?" Christine's eyes widen. "You're sending me where!!" "Well today is the day well next week to be exact, I was at work and the news was on and…." "Wait a minute was it about that old opera house that they're gonna turn into a center?!" "Yes that's the one."

"Oh no I'm not going to that place. They're gonna make you sing and put on dresses and stuff. No, no way in hell.!" Her mother looks at her and laughs. "You really don't have a choice in the matter do you? I'm your mother, I said you're going so you're going and that's that." She steps past Christine and begins walking down the hall. "Now to find something to wear for to night. Oh and hunny be packed and ready to go on Friday the next."

Christine sighs and walks too her room slamming the door with her foot. "I hate my life!!" She screams throwing herself onto the bed. "I'm gonna fight this, no men has ever made me put on a dress and that's how it's gonna stay."

Sorry I know this chapter was pretty boring but I wanted this one to just run you through all the detail of Christines' life and her attitude. Chapter two "Opera Populair" should be more interesting.