Note*
It's been awhile since I wrote anything, so with that said my story might a little bit unsteady with the conflict and solution. I hope you enjoy reading it, I will actually take my precious time instead of rushing through the keyboard like I use to. It's wonderful to come back and write again. Take care.
Oh, and none of the characters are created by me, except for Marie.
Chapter 1.
My eyes conscientiously searched through the glass of the window at my room. It was summer in Paris and everything seemed delightful. People walked in their everyday uniforms, saying good morning and asking the simplest questions that most typical people do. I watched faithfully down the road noticing the sun was still rising and It was almost time to go downstairs onto stage. The aroma of freshly cooked eggs went through my nostrils, leaving me into a pleasant smile. I turned the creme curtains down, and went to the other part of the room where Sarah and Tara were. They were the brightest, white doves I have kept inside the Oprah building. They were my friends and Madame Giry didn't mind them their company, she actually was quite fond of them. They made their soft noises while I put their food inside their cage and whistled a tune for them. Their eyes matched mine in another sound as in " Good Morning. ", I watched them eat quietly while I kept the room up right. I looked myself in the mirror and the same Marie stood there. My eyes the same old shady chocolate brown, and my hair the same untidy position I always kept it. I still smiled though, and changed into a new comfortable garment. I played with my brown hair and swiftly put into a bun.
" Good Morning Marie. " I told myself while looking at myself in the mirror.
After cleaning my room I went downstairs to meet up with Meg, she waved at me and shared her seat on the kitchen table. I whispered a thank you and peered down at my plate. My meal wasn't freshly cooked eggs, which I thought. It was a warm bowl of apple cinnamon oatmeal.
" I surmised that the refreshment was going to be cooked eggs, I was mistaken. " I picked up the silver spoon and dropped it in the sticky oatmeal.
" You were right at first, I accidentally burnt them only for a couple of minutes after meeting with my amour.. " Meg said, leaning on the table.
" Donald? You two..is their any special occasion going on between you both? I can hear the wedding bells ring through my ears..can't you hear them Meg? " I smirked while taking another gulp of the supper.
" Oh Marie, you are always drawing into conclusions; I dare say, where is your man? Hm? "
" I don't believe in fairy tales Meg, you already know that. Prince charming isn't suppose to be waiting outside of the building for me and let me leap into his arms like a little girl. I am not like that. "
" But Marie, you must find a mate, are you ever going to begin a family? " I looked at her blankly, while trying to swallow the sticky substance inside my mouth.
" Not really..I never found a man who is actually is a man with my allying taste..I don't admire love." I looked at the oatmeal.
" Marie, really now? You have never been with someone ever since you've been in the opera! "
" And? Just because you have found Donald, doesn't mean we should all go on a double social engagement together and be all pretty and all happy. Honestly, I don't need love and I'm absolutely positive it doesn't need me either. " I stood up from my seat and put the half empty bowl inside the sink, leaving Meg behind.