It was in the middle of winter, November 1st, 1804. In a old shabby little home. The wood of the house rotten and decaying. Snow was coming through a big hole in the inside was a man standing next to a seven year old girl, trying to comfort the child while she cries her eyes out hugging her half dead mother. Who only had mins left until her death.
"B-but m-m-mamma! I do not want you to leave me!" said the young girl. her emerald green eyes red and puffy from hours of crying. Her raven black hair parted into two low pigtails. Skin as white as snow,with brown freckles across her cheek bones and the bridge of her nose. The young girl's mother placed a shaky hand on her daughters cheek.
"I am sorry is going *gasp* to have to *gasp* go away for awhile...but i will always *gasp*..be in your heart..." Emma's mother said with her last dieing breath. And just like that she was gone.
"NOOOOO! Mother! Do not leave me!" screamed Emma. The man stood as he was before. His head down in despair. the next day the man arranged for her mother's funeral. The service was quiet all you could hear was the sound of the young Emma's crying, while they buried her mother in the ground.
*THREE HOURS LATER*
"Come Emma the carriage is waiting for us." The man said s he held Emma's suitcase in one hand and her hand in the other. she was quiet the hole time. refusing to talk to him. She had been like this for three hours now. Not arguing at all Emma stepped into the carriage along with the man. "Monsieur Giry. I am i going to stay with you sense i have no where else to stay?" she kept looking straight ahead not sparing him a glance. Mr. Giry shook his head and said "No my child you are going to stay with my sister. She is very kind and will take care of you." He said Emma had no emotion on her face as shed said "where dose she live?"
"She i a ballet instructor at the Opera populaire. You will be living there and will study to be a ballerina." the drive to the populaire was a quite ride. when they met their destination, madame Giry stood at the entrance doors to the Opera house waiting for they're arrival. It has been nine years. and i Emma silver am now working at the Opera house as a ballerina. And that is where our story begins.
hey! if you guys want to see what emma looks like when she was little heres the link!
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