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matter. Oh well.
A/N: Again, this is hard to write. I don't know. I just can't make the typing flow like Christian can. Though I wish I could - That'd be fun! Thanks for the reviews!! I love the reviewing people. You make me feel as if I know what I'm doing! Thank you!!
The Road of Fate
Chapter 2-The Book of a Life
By: Kattydid
"Quiet down!" The teacher spat. She was an old woman with a voice bigger than a husky male. Noisy students giggled as they lowered their voices. "Now students, I'd like you to meet Satine. She is from England, and I think you should all treat her with respect."
Satine's eyes looked about the small, dirty classroom that seemed much larger than it was. But her fearful thoughts were truly stolen by the strict woman's hands on her shoulders. "Satine, you may sit next to Hue in the back row. Hue, do you mind at all?"
Hue, or so the teacher called him, was a short little boy who seemed a bit shy and nervous. The tug of the teachers' hands sent Satine off to the back, passing the still giggling children before her. 'I hope they're not laughing at me.' She thought as she finally made her way back to her desk.
After about a moment of somewhat-silence, it was time for a break, even though they hadn't really started anything but writing their own names. Satine knew how to do that well. Most others had trouble.
Satine looked innocently over to the nervous boy next to her. "Hey, Hue? Is that your name?"
He was so shy. He looked lost in concentration with trying to write his name. First his eyes looked over to Satine from an angle, and then he turned his head looking somewhat confused and scared. "Y-Yes, that's me."
"Hi. Um, I was thinking, maybe we could play a game like the other students are." Satine felt slightly embarrassed. What did she really have to discuss with a quiet boy named 'Hue'?
Before Hue could answer this next question, a spunky little boy from the next seat over came to answer for him. "Because we're not 'the other students'. We're not like them."
Satine hadn't heard such rubbish before. "What do you mean?"
"What I mean is, if you're going to talk to the likes of us, then don't talk to them. They're not like us. We're going to grow up to be something, you know, be good at life. They won't."
Satine looked at him curiously. "How do you know about everyone's future?"
He smirked slightly. "I get around. I know who they are and I compare them to their parents and relatives. They're all going to be nobodies in this town like their parents. They're all drunken frauds, whose children want nothing but to take after them," he then paused a moment, noticing Satine was still confused on the issue, or otherwise, looked it. "At least that's what I get out of it all. My old man gets drunk every night. My mum drinks too, but I won't be like that. I'm going to grow up and make something of myself. I'm going to own a big store maybe. Or a restaurant."
"Hmm," Satine was impressed. She hadn't really thought much about her future, she just always pictured herself being a famous actress. Her mother told her she would be. "Well, I guess I'm with you then. Well, not that I fit in with anyone else anyway," She looked around to the faces still giggling, some gawking at her as if she was from outer space rather than merry old England. Surprisingly, it was the first time Satine realized that no one was speaking French. Most of them spoke in English, and made small comments in French. Those were the ones they were giggling on about.
"My name's Simon. So now that you're one of us, what's your goal?"
"To be an actress." 'Wait,' she thought, 'why have I just told that to a boy I hardly know?'
"Actress. Really? Are you any good at acting?"
"I don't really know. I never tried it. Just pictured myself doing that." Well, that was out. She'd just said it. Something she kept so secretive to even herself.
"Eh, I think you can do it."
Satine was stunned. Had he just said that to her? She could do it? Only her mother said that. But then her thoughts were interrupted.
"So, how were your parents unsuccessful?"
Was it tears that were forming, or a sudden disliking for Simon? Why did she have to talk about her parents? And even if she did, surely it wouldn't be talking badly on them. She adored her parents to their very last days of being. Even after they were gone, and she'd admire everything about them, for the rest of her life.
"Hey, you hear me?"
Satine shook out of her thinking state. "Wha-I mean. My parents weren't unsuccessful."
"Then why aren't you taking after them?"
She didn't know. Did that mean she didn't love them sincerely? "I don't really know." And that was her answer. She didn't know, nor did she want to discuss it any further. To get him off the topic, she was still noticing the other students making comments in French. "Are they., saying bad things about me?"
"Eh, yeah. But none less than they do for me or Hue here. When you've got a goal, you're with us. When you're different to them, you're with us."
But Satine looked a bit scared of all the faces around her.
"Hey, don't worry. Remember who you're going to be, and who they're going to be."
Her off expression turned into a slight smile at this nice boy. He was right. At least, she'd hoped he was.
"Look at Hue here, so quiet. I'm not too sure if he's got a goal. He claims he does-"
"I do." Hue had interrupted Simon, and Simon was impressed.
"But he won't tell me." And Hue continued concentrating on his paper.
Satine looked at him. This Hue, he may be quiet, but he seems to be just like her. Wanting to hide away. But Satine knew that wasn't the way to be about it. She was a scared little girl, but she'd learned a little too fast on how to act in the world. You have to speak up, no matter how awkward the task. Satine was so quiet, just like him, but even she could prove herself wrong at times.
"Students!"
And now it was time to start doing what Satine came to do - learn.
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That's how school went for as long as it would last. She learned the alphabet, numbers, and to read and write. It was always the same. Though sometimes she was teased for her "Bloody red" hair and her "Dead-white skin", but Simon always reassured her "They're just jealous. They've never seen amazing red hair like yours, or skin as milky as yours, Satine."
She always loved how good Simon was at making her feel a little more comfortable about herself. Hue reassured her with his glances. When Simon made a nice comment about her, Hue would look at her. If children began teasing her, he'd squeeze his pencil really hard to the point of shaking it. Satine would take it as his way of showing that he liked her. He even spoke sometimes. Always stumbled. Most of the things he said were complementary as well, such as "I-I like your dr-dress."
Satine felt almost honored that Hue would say such nice things, but most flattered that he said anything at all. She answered with "Thank yous" to him every time he'd say his little piece. It was almost saddening though to her, that he wouldn't hold a conversation. He was too nervous it seemed. Why wouldn't he talk?
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Every night, after school, Satine would go straight to the bakery that she lived behind and helped Harold and Marie.
"Satine, would you take this loaf over to Harold to cut?" Satine always did as she was told, and didn't mind it either.
"Cupcake, would you take this to the counter for Mrs. Linde?"
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After another school year passed, the summer came. Satine enjoyed taking walks to the park, and visiting Simon and Hue. But one day, Simon and Hue came to her, instead.
"Satine, Hue's moving away!" Simon cried. Hue's head was low. He didn't make any eye contact.
Satine looked at them both, almost horrified. "You-you're moving away?" He slowly nodded his head. "But you can't!" It was a bit childish, really. Satine was throwing her arms around a boy who hardly ever talked. How could he move away?
Simon was looking to the ground too for a while before he spoke "Well, I have to get going back home now, common Hue, I'll walk you back. Bye, Satine."
This was awful, Hue was one of the only friends Satine had, him and Simon. If Hue wasn't indirectly in a conversation, he was the topic of it. She'd miss him so much.
That night, as the stars became noticeable, there was a knock at the old flimsy door.
"Satine, would you get that? I suppose it's one of your friends anyway." Marie said, while sewing together a new summer dress for Satine.
Expecting Simon, she opened it quickly "Simon, I don't want him to - Hue?"
"Y-yes."
Satine looked around for Simon. This wasn't like Hue. He wouldn't ever do anything so unexpectedly, nor alone. "Hi. How are you?"
"Well." He looked up at her. She noticed his eyes. She loved his eyes. Why couldn't she see them before?
"Is something wrong?" Satine saw Harold looking over to see the little boy. She closed the door and led Hue to an old bench near the end of the alley.
"I'm moving."
"Yes. I know, Hue. I'll miss you."
"I-I'll miss you too. That's why I c-came."
"Oh, Hue, don't be nervous around me. I'm Satine. You know me well." She peaked her head down a little to see those eyes of his again.
He caught her eye and smiled, just a little bit. "I liked you."
Satine laughed. He was acting so different all of the sudden. Something she never thought would happen. "Thank you! I liked you too, Hue."
"I wanted to come. By myself, you know. I had to tell you in person, alone how I feel about you."
"Well, I'm glad you did." Satine was still smiling at him.
"I know it may've been too late to tell you-"
"Oh, no, no. Not at all!" What else could she say? Hue, he had such a charming voice. And maybe he didn't always stutter either. She was suddenly absorbed in his every word.
"I have to go now, Satine. I'll miss you." He paused as he got up, after looking back to the direction of his now old home. "Bye."
"Bye!" She looked longingly at him. They were both eight now, she couldn't be in love, she just saw a whole new light of one of the greatest friends she's ever had. "Oh, and remember to stop by if you ever come back for a visit!" She'd be there, right? Living in Montemartre. Friendless, trying to be fearless. Maybe there'd be Simon. But who knows what their fate contains? Simon was so sure of himself, she envied him. But there was Hue, still standing there. A sad, beautiful smile on his face.
"Yes. I will Satine."
She would miss him so much. That's how he left her. She was amazed. She wanted to know that there was love like that out there for her someday. Hue said his goodbye with a passion and hope for a love supreme that she one day might find.
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The summer went by in a daze. She helped Marie and Harold most of the time, occasionally making deliveries. Helping to bring in extra money. No matter how much they made, they remained in their tiny place. Harold said he was saving up for something big. And slowly, they brought in more and more money. Their lifestyle was simply always cut down to barely anything at all. And Satine was slowly known as "the poor one" for the rest of her school days. Little did they know that she had more money packed away than they'd thought.
That never bothered her. Nothing bothered her anymore. No matter how absurd or off-the-clock Harold's ideas or goals seemed, Satine supported him, like a good girl. She assured herself that it was fate, and fate alone that would get her through any hardship or disaster. Fate would do it all. She couldn't wait to find what happened next in the book of her life.
A/N: Hmm. I wonder what happens next. I'm still thinking this fic is just getting started- at least, that's what I'm hoping! Chapter 3 will be up ASAP!!! And please review. The reviews are sometimes a reason to write.
A/N: Again, this is hard to write. I don't know. I just can't make the typing flow like Christian can. Though I wish I could - That'd be fun! Thanks for the reviews!! I love the reviewing people. You make me feel as if I know what I'm doing! Thank you!!
The Road of Fate
Chapter 2-The Book of a Life
By: Kattydid
"Quiet down!" The teacher spat. She was an old woman with a voice bigger than a husky male. Noisy students giggled as they lowered their voices. "Now students, I'd like you to meet Satine. She is from England, and I think you should all treat her with respect."
Satine's eyes looked about the small, dirty classroom that seemed much larger than it was. But her fearful thoughts were truly stolen by the strict woman's hands on her shoulders. "Satine, you may sit next to Hue in the back row. Hue, do you mind at all?"
Hue, or so the teacher called him, was a short little boy who seemed a bit shy and nervous. The tug of the teachers' hands sent Satine off to the back, passing the still giggling children before her. 'I hope they're not laughing at me.' She thought as she finally made her way back to her desk.
After about a moment of somewhat-silence, it was time for a break, even though they hadn't really started anything but writing their own names. Satine knew how to do that well. Most others had trouble.
Satine looked innocently over to the nervous boy next to her. "Hey, Hue? Is that your name?"
He was so shy. He looked lost in concentration with trying to write his name. First his eyes looked over to Satine from an angle, and then he turned his head looking somewhat confused and scared. "Y-Yes, that's me."
"Hi. Um, I was thinking, maybe we could play a game like the other students are." Satine felt slightly embarrassed. What did she really have to discuss with a quiet boy named 'Hue'?
Before Hue could answer this next question, a spunky little boy from the next seat over came to answer for him. "Because we're not 'the other students'. We're not like them."
Satine hadn't heard such rubbish before. "What do you mean?"
"What I mean is, if you're going to talk to the likes of us, then don't talk to them. They're not like us. We're going to grow up to be something, you know, be good at life. They won't."
Satine looked at him curiously. "How do you know about everyone's future?"
He smirked slightly. "I get around. I know who they are and I compare them to their parents and relatives. They're all going to be nobodies in this town like their parents. They're all drunken frauds, whose children want nothing but to take after them," he then paused a moment, noticing Satine was still confused on the issue, or otherwise, looked it. "At least that's what I get out of it all. My old man gets drunk every night. My mum drinks too, but I won't be like that. I'm going to grow up and make something of myself. I'm going to own a big store maybe. Or a restaurant."
"Hmm," Satine was impressed. She hadn't really thought much about her future, she just always pictured herself being a famous actress. Her mother told her she would be. "Well, I guess I'm with you then. Well, not that I fit in with anyone else anyway," She looked around to the faces still giggling, some gawking at her as if she was from outer space rather than merry old England. Surprisingly, it was the first time Satine realized that no one was speaking French. Most of them spoke in English, and made small comments in French. Those were the ones they were giggling on about.
"My name's Simon. So now that you're one of us, what's your goal?"
"To be an actress." 'Wait,' she thought, 'why have I just told that to a boy I hardly know?'
"Actress. Really? Are you any good at acting?"
"I don't really know. I never tried it. Just pictured myself doing that." Well, that was out. She'd just said it. Something she kept so secretive to even herself.
"Eh, I think you can do it."
Satine was stunned. Had he just said that to her? She could do it? Only her mother said that. But then her thoughts were interrupted.
"So, how were your parents unsuccessful?"
Was it tears that were forming, or a sudden disliking for Simon? Why did she have to talk about her parents? And even if she did, surely it wouldn't be talking badly on them. She adored her parents to their very last days of being. Even after they were gone, and she'd admire everything about them, for the rest of her life.
"Hey, you hear me?"
Satine shook out of her thinking state. "Wha-I mean. My parents weren't unsuccessful."
"Then why aren't you taking after them?"
She didn't know. Did that mean she didn't love them sincerely? "I don't really know." And that was her answer. She didn't know, nor did she want to discuss it any further. To get him off the topic, she was still noticing the other students making comments in French. "Are they., saying bad things about me?"
"Eh, yeah. But none less than they do for me or Hue here. When you've got a goal, you're with us. When you're different to them, you're with us."
But Satine looked a bit scared of all the faces around her.
"Hey, don't worry. Remember who you're going to be, and who they're going to be."
Her off expression turned into a slight smile at this nice boy. He was right. At least, she'd hoped he was.
"Look at Hue here, so quiet. I'm not too sure if he's got a goal. He claims he does-"
"I do." Hue had interrupted Simon, and Simon was impressed.
"But he won't tell me." And Hue continued concentrating on his paper.
Satine looked at him. This Hue, he may be quiet, but he seems to be just like her. Wanting to hide away. But Satine knew that wasn't the way to be about it. She was a scared little girl, but she'd learned a little too fast on how to act in the world. You have to speak up, no matter how awkward the task. Satine was so quiet, just like him, but even she could prove herself wrong at times.
"Students!"
And now it was time to start doing what Satine came to do - learn.
.,.-~^*\\|//*^~-¤-~^*\\|//*^~-.,.
That's how school went for as long as it would last. She learned the alphabet, numbers, and to read and write. It was always the same. Though sometimes she was teased for her "Bloody red" hair and her "Dead-white skin", but Simon always reassured her "They're just jealous. They've never seen amazing red hair like yours, or skin as milky as yours, Satine."
She always loved how good Simon was at making her feel a little more comfortable about herself. Hue reassured her with his glances. When Simon made a nice comment about her, Hue would look at her. If children began teasing her, he'd squeeze his pencil really hard to the point of shaking it. Satine would take it as his way of showing that he liked her. He even spoke sometimes. Always stumbled. Most of the things he said were complementary as well, such as "I-I like your dr-dress."
Satine felt almost honored that Hue would say such nice things, but most flattered that he said anything at all. She answered with "Thank yous" to him every time he'd say his little piece. It was almost saddening though to her, that he wouldn't hold a conversation. He was too nervous it seemed. Why wouldn't he talk?
.,.-~^*\\|//*^~-¤-~^*\\|//*^~-.,.
Every night, after school, Satine would go straight to the bakery that she lived behind and helped Harold and Marie.
"Satine, would you take this loaf over to Harold to cut?" Satine always did as she was told, and didn't mind it either.
"Cupcake, would you take this to the counter for Mrs. Linde?"
.,.-~^*\\|//*^~-¤-~^*\\|//*^~-.,.
After another school year passed, the summer came. Satine enjoyed taking walks to the park, and visiting Simon and Hue. But one day, Simon and Hue came to her, instead.
"Satine, Hue's moving away!" Simon cried. Hue's head was low. He didn't make any eye contact.
Satine looked at them both, almost horrified. "You-you're moving away?" He slowly nodded his head. "But you can't!" It was a bit childish, really. Satine was throwing her arms around a boy who hardly ever talked. How could he move away?
Simon was looking to the ground too for a while before he spoke "Well, I have to get going back home now, common Hue, I'll walk you back. Bye, Satine."
This was awful, Hue was one of the only friends Satine had, him and Simon. If Hue wasn't indirectly in a conversation, he was the topic of it. She'd miss him so much.
That night, as the stars became noticeable, there was a knock at the old flimsy door.
"Satine, would you get that? I suppose it's one of your friends anyway." Marie said, while sewing together a new summer dress for Satine.
Expecting Simon, she opened it quickly "Simon, I don't want him to - Hue?"
"Y-yes."
Satine looked around for Simon. This wasn't like Hue. He wouldn't ever do anything so unexpectedly, nor alone. "Hi. How are you?"
"Well." He looked up at her. She noticed his eyes. She loved his eyes. Why couldn't she see them before?
"Is something wrong?" Satine saw Harold looking over to see the little boy. She closed the door and led Hue to an old bench near the end of the alley.
"I'm moving."
"Yes. I know, Hue. I'll miss you."
"I-I'll miss you too. That's why I c-came."
"Oh, Hue, don't be nervous around me. I'm Satine. You know me well." She peaked her head down a little to see those eyes of his again.
He caught her eye and smiled, just a little bit. "I liked you."
Satine laughed. He was acting so different all of the sudden. Something she never thought would happen. "Thank you! I liked you too, Hue."
"I wanted to come. By myself, you know. I had to tell you in person, alone how I feel about you."
"Well, I'm glad you did." Satine was still smiling at him.
"I know it may've been too late to tell you-"
"Oh, no, no. Not at all!" What else could she say? Hue, he had such a charming voice. And maybe he didn't always stutter either. She was suddenly absorbed in his every word.
"I have to go now, Satine. I'll miss you." He paused as he got up, after looking back to the direction of his now old home. "Bye."
"Bye!" She looked longingly at him. They were both eight now, she couldn't be in love, she just saw a whole new light of one of the greatest friends she's ever had. "Oh, and remember to stop by if you ever come back for a visit!" She'd be there, right? Living in Montemartre. Friendless, trying to be fearless. Maybe there'd be Simon. But who knows what their fate contains? Simon was so sure of himself, she envied him. But there was Hue, still standing there. A sad, beautiful smile on his face.
"Yes. I will Satine."
She would miss him so much. That's how he left her. She was amazed. She wanted to know that there was love like that out there for her someday. Hue said his goodbye with a passion and hope for a love supreme that she one day might find.
.,.-~^*\\|//*^~-¤-~^*\\|//*^~-.,.
The summer went by in a daze. She helped Marie and Harold most of the time, occasionally making deliveries. Helping to bring in extra money. No matter how much they made, they remained in their tiny place. Harold said he was saving up for something big. And slowly, they brought in more and more money. Their lifestyle was simply always cut down to barely anything at all. And Satine was slowly known as "the poor one" for the rest of her school days. Little did they know that she had more money packed away than they'd thought.
That never bothered her. Nothing bothered her anymore. No matter how absurd or off-the-clock Harold's ideas or goals seemed, Satine supported him, like a good girl. She assured herself that it was fate, and fate alone that would get her through any hardship or disaster. Fate would do it all. She couldn't wait to find what happened next in the book of her life.
A/N: Hmm. I wonder what happens next. I'm still thinking this fic is just getting started- at least, that's what I'm hoping! Chapter 3 will be up ASAP!!! And please review. The reviews are sometimes a reason to write.