Chapter..erm..one. Yep! *High fives herself*
Authors Note: Thanks for the reviews so far! I'm bouncing in my little chair! Really, I am.
Alright, this scene is about school life for our dear Caitlin! Yes, Freddy will be introduced soon,
but not intill later..I want to do more background information! Muahaha! Oh, since Gaston Leroux's
"Phantom of the Opera" and the ALW musical will be mentioned her so much, I do not own it! Though.
I would like to cuddle up to a deformed male with great singing abilities, that just so happens
lives under ground! Ahh...dreams!
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"1941,The german troups invade Poland..." her english teacher, Ms.Emerson, ranted on. Ms.Emerson
was a pudgy women of twenty eight. No husbend, no children, just herself and the bunch of Freshman
and Sophmore students she has fove seven hours out of every weekday. Caitlin sat in the desk beside
the teacher, who wore plaid blue jeans and a regulare Joe white shirt. Her red hair was curled, naturally,
and was hanging from a high pony tail. Caitlin liked her teacher, but she could use a slim fast.
Caitlin, herself, wore a white beater, baggy camolflauge jeans, black leather boots, and a black tie
to end her out of wack attire. Now, most of you, if you ever do see her, think, "Great, another Avril!"
But, the fourteen year old, anger management girl would rather slit Avril Lavigne's throught than to
ever listen to one song by her. Ms.Emerson sad in her desk, grading the report on Geston Leroux's iPhantom
of the Operai which, Caitlin didn't mind that one bit, she was a huge "phan". She felt proud to have almost
the same exact singing voice as Sarah Brightman, well, honored is the right word. So this essay was almost
enjoyable to write. Though, homework is the eighth layer of hell to her.
"Class, I'll pass you back your essays, if you have any questions about how I grade, I trust you should talk to
me privately, other than making a scene.." she says, rising from her seat, holding about twenty five sheets
of paper. Passing them out desk by desk. She turned Caitlin's over when she reached her's. Caitlin, for many moments,
her grayish-blue green eyes just looked at the paper, her aurburn-browing brow arched.
What the...??
Now this...this was too horrible! As soon as she turned the paper around, a large, red, F was printed
in the middle of her paper, overriding her work. Caitlin gaped, that bitch!
As soon as the annoying bell rang to let out, finnaly, school at 3:45, Caitlin marched to Ms.Emersons
desk.
"Ms.Emerson?" she asks, her voice going to a deep raspy one, as if she had a cold.
"Yes miss..." she looked up to see one of her younger students, Caitlin Burroughs. A student the faculty has been
warned about, not because of her behavior, but because of some un-nameable thing. She was too afraid to even utter
the letter... "..Miss Burroughs?" she asked.
"Ma'am, I did a college analysis on the book, symbolism, relationships, you name it! Why did I make such a low grade?
I used correct spelling, and grammer?" 'Take a deep breath, girl,' she tells herself. 'Don't explode, you know what happens
when you do!'
"I know, but I didn't find it well enough!" The teacher lied, it was an exdrordinary paper, indeed. She was baffled someone her age
could write like she does, but for one simple, unspoken fact alone, she couldn't let her pass. Prejudice, yes. But the school board
told the teachers not to let the family by with anything! Was it wrong? Terribly. But, if it keeps him out of the picture, it was
worth doing the wrong thing.
"DIDN'T FIND IT WELL ENOUGH!?!" Caitlin boomed, her anger sinking to the lowst level. "How is," she says, looking at one of the paragraphs,
searching for, i"Symbolism plays an important factor in Mr.Leroux's classic story, such as Erik's mask. He hides his face, from the
world, and the only women that ever received love from him, because of his deformity. Like most people, we all have our insecurities.
Basicaly, deformities about ourselves in the mind, he just wears his mask externaly, as we wear our own masks internally, hiding from those
we care most about, just like The Phantom to Christine."/i Caitlin places the paper infront of the fat teachers desk, irritably.
"I demand you at least give me a 'C'!" Caitlin lowly growls as she says this, as if a warning for something worse to follow.
"You what young lady?"
"I SAID, "I demand you at least give me a 'C'", stupid fat bitch!"
The teacher went from being nervous, to pissed off at Caitlin's infact lack of politeness. Almost on cue, the teacher picked up the gray phone on
her desk, and began to call the only person taht could ever decipline Caitlin.
"Oh hello Ms.Burroughs, this is Regina Emerson, Caitlin Burroughs' English teacher seventh period," she says, sweetly, which made Caitlin
snarl. "Well, I'm here to inform you about your daughters behavior...uh uh? Well, lets just say she'll be spending a lot of time with me..."
Authors Note: Thanks for the reviews so far! I'm bouncing in my little chair! Really, I am.
Alright, this scene is about school life for our dear Caitlin! Yes, Freddy will be introduced soon,
but not intill later..I want to do more background information! Muahaha! Oh, since Gaston Leroux's
"Phantom of the Opera" and the ALW musical will be mentioned her so much, I do not own it! Though.
I would like to cuddle up to a deformed male with great singing abilities, that just so happens
lives under ground! Ahh...dreams!
*************************************
"1941,The german troups invade Poland..." her english teacher, Ms.Emerson, ranted on. Ms.Emerson
was a pudgy women of twenty eight. No husbend, no children, just herself and the bunch of Freshman
and Sophmore students she has fove seven hours out of every weekday. Caitlin sat in the desk beside
the teacher, who wore plaid blue jeans and a regulare Joe white shirt. Her red hair was curled, naturally,
and was hanging from a high pony tail. Caitlin liked her teacher, but she could use a slim fast.
Caitlin, herself, wore a white beater, baggy camolflauge jeans, black leather boots, and a black tie
to end her out of wack attire. Now, most of you, if you ever do see her, think, "Great, another Avril!"
But, the fourteen year old, anger management girl would rather slit Avril Lavigne's throught than to
ever listen to one song by her. Ms.Emerson sad in her desk, grading the report on Geston Leroux's iPhantom
of the Operai which, Caitlin didn't mind that one bit, she was a huge "phan". She felt proud to have almost
the same exact singing voice as Sarah Brightman, well, honored is the right word. So this essay was almost
enjoyable to write. Though, homework is the eighth layer of hell to her.
"Class, I'll pass you back your essays, if you have any questions about how I grade, I trust you should talk to
me privately, other than making a scene.." she says, rising from her seat, holding about twenty five sheets
of paper. Passing them out desk by desk. She turned Caitlin's over when she reached her's. Caitlin, for many moments,
her grayish-blue green eyes just looked at the paper, her aurburn-browing brow arched.
What the...??
Now this...this was too horrible! As soon as she turned the paper around, a large, red, F was printed
in the middle of her paper, overriding her work. Caitlin gaped, that bitch!
As soon as the annoying bell rang to let out, finnaly, school at 3:45, Caitlin marched to Ms.Emersons
desk.
"Ms.Emerson?" she asks, her voice going to a deep raspy one, as if she had a cold.
"Yes miss..." she looked up to see one of her younger students, Caitlin Burroughs. A student the faculty has been
warned about, not because of her behavior, but because of some un-nameable thing. She was too afraid to even utter
the letter... "..Miss Burroughs?" she asked.
"Ma'am, I did a college analysis on the book, symbolism, relationships, you name it! Why did I make such a low grade?
I used correct spelling, and grammer?" 'Take a deep breath, girl,' she tells herself. 'Don't explode, you know what happens
when you do!'
"I know, but I didn't find it well enough!" The teacher lied, it was an exdrordinary paper, indeed. She was baffled someone her age
could write like she does, but for one simple, unspoken fact alone, she couldn't let her pass. Prejudice, yes. But the school board
told the teachers not to let the family by with anything! Was it wrong? Terribly. But, if it keeps him out of the picture, it was
worth doing the wrong thing.
"DIDN'T FIND IT WELL ENOUGH!?!" Caitlin boomed, her anger sinking to the lowst level. "How is," she says, looking at one of the paragraphs,
searching for, i"Symbolism plays an important factor in Mr.Leroux's classic story, such as Erik's mask. He hides his face, from the
world, and the only women that ever received love from him, because of his deformity. Like most people, we all have our insecurities.
Basicaly, deformities about ourselves in the mind, he just wears his mask externaly, as we wear our own masks internally, hiding from those
we care most about, just like The Phantom to Christine."/i Caitlin places the paper infront of the fat teachers desk, irritably.
"I demand you at least give me a 'C'!" Caitlin lowly growls as she says this, as if a warning for something worse to follow.
"You what young lady?"
"I SAID, "I demand you at least give me a 'C'", stupid fat bitch!"
The teacher went from being nervous, to pissed off at Caitlin's infact lack of politeness. Almost on cue, the teacher picked up the gray phone on
her desk, and began to call the only person taht could ever decipline Caitlin.
"Oh hello Ms.Burroughs, this is Regina Emerson, Caitlin Burroughs' English teacher seventh period," she says, sweetly, which made Caitlin
snarl. "Well, I'm here to inform you about your daughters behavior...uh uh? Well, lets just say she'll be spending a lot of time with me..."