Note: I'm sorry I haven't been exactly... Prompt when continuing this
story. There's really no excuse for it, and I'm sorry. I know I HATE it
when a good story (not saying that mine is good, it just bugs me when other
people's are) takes forever to update. Well, if you have read PHUTURE,
then you understand. And, for those of you that have, I am thinking of
rewriting the second chapter... I'll keep the brawl, but I need to make it
spookier somehow... Like, oh shucks, what do they CALL IT!! ~i hate it
when this happens...~ Um... Maybe... Foreshadowing? Is that right? I
want you -the reader- to somehow get the idea something weird is going to
happen. I know YOU guys -and gals- (A.K.A. Phantom Phans) know what's
going to happen, but maybe other people who don't have a clue about POTO
(for shame!!) would want to read it and understand it too *crosses fingers
and toes*. I just one of those writers that can start a bazillion stories
but not finish one without really intense concentration (I must have A.D.D.
or something... Oh, look! A chicken!). Well, I'll get on with the story.
I would tell you the ending of the last one, but I'm a lazy person (plus,
the last chapter is a button-click away!).
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"Did anyone miss me?" Christine huffed.
"No... Did you find anything?"
"Hold on, I need to catch my breath..."
Christine didn't really need a breather, she just needed time to think. Should she tell Meg about the note? "What would I say?" Christine thought. She could see it now, "Oh, Meg, a little pair of shining lights were following me and some note came down from the ceiling that has this T.P. guy wanting me to come very late at night... You REALLY had to be there..." Christine frowned. "Even if she is my best friend, I could NEVER explain this!"
"Are you alright now?" Meg asked.
"Yes." Christine sighed. She thought, "First it's lying to your best friend, then tattoos, then drugs, then murder or jail (depending on which one commits the murder)... Oh, this is too horrible!"
Meg stared at her. "Boy, she's acting weird... Does she not realize that she wears her emotions on her sleeve?" Meg asked her flat out, "Is there something you want to tell me?"
Christine looked up at her, guiltily. She almost said nothing, but then said, "There's nothing that needs telling."
"Okay?..."
When they arrived back to the classroom (they had been in the bathroom not far away) Ms. Giry's (or Mrs. Rivera's classroom) was bustling. Christine couldn't recall how she and Meg had found their way back. It was almost like she was retracing steps...
"Well, where have YOU two been?" Carlotta asked.
Christine stood a moment, puzzled. "Carlotta? Carlotta's in this class? I didn't even see her!"
"Haven't you had enough punishment this morning, Carlotta?" Meg teased.
Carlotta huffed. She wasn't that good at comebacks.
"I don't have time for you... There's someone here with a more pleasant atmosphere." Christine's eyes followed Carlotta to the opposite side of the room.
"The only sphere I see is her! She thinks the world revolves around her!" Meg chuckled, playfully elbowing Christine. Christine looked at her straight and shook her head. "No good huh?" Christine again shook her head, then burst out laughing.
Just then the bell rang. "Oh no! We have to part now! Parting is such sweet sorrow!" Meg said.
"Off to Speech huh?"
"Yep... I mean, Ist thoust goest toest Speech-est... (*Note- I thou go to speech- this is my feeble attempt at Shakespeare... Scary huh?*).
"Okay, I'll see you later!"
"Okay-est!"
"Stop-est talking-est like-est that-est or-est I-est shoot-est you-est!" (stop talking like that or I'll shoot you! Ummmmm. violence. O_O).
Christine laughed lightly as she climbed the stairs to the third floor for L.A. "Meg's such a riot."
She walked into her class and was immediately pleased. "I love L.A., I can't get enough!" She chose a random seat in the back row and sat down. She pulled out her book and started to read.
Suddenly, a voice said to her, "Is that good?"
Startled, she looked up. Her breath caught in her throat. "It's Raoul... Come on, think of something to say!!!"
Raoul de Chagny was the youngest of a very wealthy family. Everyone, even his older brother, Phillipe, had followed in the family footsteps and joined de Chagny and de Changy law firm. Raoul was tall and handsome... And popular. He was a generally nice person to everyone, which was rare for popular people. He was the star player on the basketball team and had almost every girl after him. "Why, then, is he talking to me?!"
Christine knew, and lusted after, him her whole life. They had grown up together, in the same school anyway. Their prestigious Catholic school was expensive, snobbish, but a highly esteemed educational facility. Every day, Christine would watch him play with all the snobbish boys and wonder what it would be like to talk with him and be with him. But, every time, she would resentfully sigh and go back to reading a book. She didn't fit in there...
"Is that good? I hear it's a good mystery book. I've always wanted to read it, but never had the time..."
Christine gulped, "I've always dreamed for this day..." she thought, "Why have I choked? Oh, the irony!"
Raoul cocked his head.
"Uh oh, now he's getting suspicious! Say something, anything!" Christine looked up at him. He was so gorgeous, she couldn't breathe... His golden hair swaying and his bright blue eyes twinkling... The form of his face...
"What's your name?"
"M- my name?"
"Yes, your name!" Raoul laughed.
"*Gulp* Christine..."
"Did you go to my school? I remember a girl like you named Christine who was always reading... Are you her?"
Christine gazed at the floor in shame. "Yes..."
"Oh really! Wow! I've always wanted to talk to you! You looked so... Interesting."
A red-haired boy entered the classroom and spotted Raoul. "Raoul, buddy, come sit by me!"
Raoul gazed at Christine. She nodded. "I understand."
Quickly, Raoul asked, "What time is your lunch?"
"Eleven-forty. Why?"
"I'll find you, we'll sit together, okay?"
Christine, suddenly remembering Meg, said, "As long as you don't mind one other..."
"Not at all." He gazed at her again. "Well, I gotta go."
"K."
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The class had ended, but Christine hardly noticed. Most of the time she had been reading, and the other times she had been staring at Raoul. She couldn't believe that he had come to talk to her. But yet she couldn't help but be suspicious of him. But, then again, he could just have been trying to be a nice guy...
The bell rang and she moseyed out the door. Her mind was whirring with thoughts. "This is turning out to be some first day of school..."
Raoul and his buddy noticed her on her way out, with a dazed and glazed look in her eyes.
"Dude, why were you talking to that bookworm?"
"Because." Said Raoul. "And what right have you to interrupt MY conversations?"
"I thought I was doing you a favor..."
"Well, next time, don't do me any favors."
"Why were you talking to her?" His friend repeated.
"I don't know exactly. It's funny, I've known her almost my entire life, but she always seemed so... Plain. But now, she's changed, blossomed rather. She has to be the most beautiful girl I know..."
His friend smirked. "You said the same thing about Carlotta."
Raoul smiled back. "I only said that for social reasons; I have to keep my popularity up, even if it means complimenting Carlotta. But with Christine... I really mean it."
"Well, what do you want to do about it?"
"Isn't there a dance coming up? The Halloween Masque?"
"Yeah, in a few weeks."
"Well, I'll ask her to it." Raoul imagined how breathtaking Christine would be. He looked back at his friend, "I really like her."
"Uh huh. I can tell. Can we go now?"
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"I just couldn't stop staring at him. I was so startled! He was soooo gorgeous! And so polite!"
"Christine, I still can't believe you are into this guy! He's one year older than you; you'll never have a chance with him! I just don't want you getting hurt. I'm your best friend remember? 'Only out for your best interests' and stuff like that."
Christine and Meg arrived at lunch. Meg had quite a time trying to get Christine to sit down and stop looking for Raoul. Meg's Speech class had been uneventful, other than the fact that the teacher had a lisp and spitted a lot. And she happened to be in the front row. Christine couldn't help but comment on how extremely odd it was for a Speech teacher to have a lisp. But Christine couldn't stay on that train of thought for long; she was literally suffocating from excitement to tell her story. Meg, concerned with her health, agreed.
"Meg, will you stop being so paranoid about older guys? Not all of them are bad!... Oh no! Here he comes. Stay calm..." Christine couldn't help but blush at the sight of him and she was shaking from anticipation.
Meg rolled her eyes. "So much for staying calm" she mumbled.
Raoul strutted over to their table, which was in the farthest corner of the cafeteria. He shot Christine one of his shockingly bright smiles. Meg caught her in the nick of time; she had nearly fainted.
"Good afternoon. Can you spare a seat?" He said.
"Sure!" Meg said. Christine was too mesmerized to speak. Meg whispered to her, "Look Christine, I'm willing to do anything to help you, but if you don't stop looking like a dope and say somethin', he's gonna think you're cuckoo!"
Christine swallowed and thought on what she would say. "I'm okay," she thought, "I can do this. He's just a boy!" She opened her mouth to comment on his shirt, but all that came out was, "ilikeityoucute."
Raoul stared at her and said, "I'm sorry, what was that?"
Christine was literally kicking herself under the table and looked at Raoul with a painful smile. "Um, I, um, said that I like your shirt..."
"OH! Is that it? I thought you said something like 'youcute'!" He smiled.
Meg looked at Christine nervously and was silently praying for Christine not to choke.
Christine turned crimson again. "Eh oh, of course not. Ha. haha." She laughed.
As they continued to talk, a pair of seething eyes was peering at them. "Woud you just look at dem! Dey make me sick! She's such a slut!"
"Carlotta! Give her a break! Maybe it's your boyfriend that is doing most of the flirting..."
"How dare you insinuate! You call yourself my friend?!"
"Chill out! It's probably nothing. You know as well as anyone that you're the best girl catch in the school!"
"Yes, and he's the best boy catch... Let's just 'ope dat it is nothing. For today. Tomorrow I intend on not being so agreeable."
*Note- Sorry about Carlotta's sudden heavy accent. I had intended to give her one all along, I just forgot (it can happen!). But, from now on, she'll have one (as long as I remember to take my pills... 6_9)*
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"Did anyone miss me?" Christine huffed.
"No... Did you find anything?"
"Hold on, I need to catch my breath..."
Christine didn't really need a breather, she just needed time to think. Should she tell Meg about the note? "What would I say?" Christine thought. She could see it now, "Oh, Meg, a little pair of shining lights were following me and some note came down from the ceiling that has this T.P. guy wanting me to come very late at night... You REALLY had to be there..." Christine frowned. "Even if she is my best friend, I could NEVER explain this!"
"Are you alright now?" Meg asked.
"Yes." Christine sighed. She thought, "First it's lying to your best friend, then tattoos, then drugs, then murder or jail (depending on which one commits the murder)... Oh, this is too horrible!"
Meg stared at her. "Boy, she's acting weird... Does she not realize that she wears her emotions on her sleeve?" Meg asked her flat out, "Is there something you want to tell me?"
Christine looked up at her, guiltily. She almost said nothing, but then said, "There's nothing that needs telling."
"Okay?..."
When they arrived back to the classroom (they had been in the bathroom not far away) Ms. Giry's (or Mrs. Rivera's classroom) was bustling. Christine couldn't recall how she and Meg had found their way back. It was almost like she was retracing steps...
"Well, where have YOU two been?" Carlotta asked.
Christine stood a moment, puzzled. "Carlotta? Carlotta's in this class? I didn't even see her!"
"Haven't you had enough punishment this morning, Carlotta?" Meg teased.
Carlotta huffed. She wasn't that good at comebacks.
"I don't have time for you... There's someone here with a more pleasant atmosphere." Christine's eyes followed Carlotta to the opposite side of the room.
"The only sphere I see is her! She thinks the world revolves around her!" Meg chuckled, playfully elbowing Christine. Christine looked at her straight and shook her head. "No good huh?" Christine again shook her head, then burst out laughing.
Just then the bell rang. "Oh no! We have to part now! Parting is such sweet sorrow!" Meg said.
"Off to Speech huh?"
"Yep... I mean, Ist thoust goest toest Speech-est... (*Note- I thou go to speech- this is my feeble attempt at Shakespeare... Scary huh?*).
"Okay, I'll see you later!"
"Okay-est!"
"Stop-est talking-est like-est that-est or-est I-est shoot-est you-est!" (stop talking like that or I'll shoot you! Ummmmm. violence. O_O).
Christine laughed lightly as she climbed the stairs to the third floor for L.A. "Meg's such a riot."
She walked into her class and was immediately pleased. "I love L.A., I can't get enough!" She chose a random seat in the back row and sat down. She pulled out her book and started to read.
Suddenly, a voice said to her, "Is that good?"
Startled, she looked up. Her breath caught in her throat. "It's Raoul... Come on, think of something to say!!!"
Raoul de Chagny was the youngest of a very wealthy family. Everyone, even his older brother, Phillipe, had followed in the family footsteps and joined de Chagny and de Changy law firm. Raoul was tall and handsome... And popular. He was a generally nice person to everyone, which was rare for popular people. He was the star player on the basketball team and had almost every girl after him. "Why, then, is he talking to me?!"
Christine knew, and lusted after, him her whole life. They had grown up together, in the same school anyway. Their prestigious Catholic school was expensive, snobbish, but a highly esteemed educational facility. Every day, Christine would watch him play with all the snobbish boys and wonder what it would be like to talk with him and be with him. But, every time, she would resentfully sigh and go back to reading a book. She didn't fit in there...
"Is that good? I hear it's a good mystery book. I've always wanted to read it, but never had the time..."
Christine gulped, "I've always dreamed for this day..." she thought, "Why have I choked? Oh, the irony!"
Raoul cocked his head.
"Uh oh, now he's getting suspicious! Say something, anything!" Christine looked up at him. He was so gorgeous, she couldn't breathe... His golden hair swaying and his bright blue eyes twinkling... The form of his face...
"What's your name?"
"M- my name?"
"Yes, your name!" Raoul laughed.
"*Gulp* Christine..."
"Did you go to my school? I remember a girl like you named Christine who was always reading... Are you her?"
Christine gazed at the floor in shame. "Yes..."
"Oh really! Wow! I've always wanted to talk to you! You looked so... Interesting."
A red-haired boy entered the classroom and spotted Raoul. "Raoul, buddy, come sit by me!"
Raoul gazed at Christine. She nodded. "I understand."
Quickly, Raoul asked, "What time is your lunch?"
"Eleven-forty. Why?"
"I'll find you, we'll sit together, okay?"
Christine, suddenly remembering Meg, said, "As long as you don't mind one other..."
"Not at all." He gazed at her again. "Well, I gotta go."
"K."
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The class had ended, but Christine hardly noticed. Most of the time she had been reading, and the other times she had been staring at Raoul. She couldn't believe that he had come to talk to her. But yet she couldn't help but be suspicious of him. But, then again, he could just have been trying to be a nice guy...
The bell rang and she moseyed out the door. Her mind was whirring with thoughts. "This is turning out to be some first day of school..."
Raoul and his buddy noticed her on her way out, with a dazed and glazed look in her eyes.
"Dude, why were you talking to that bookworm?"
"Because." Said Raoul. "And what right have you to interrupt MY conversations?"
"I thought I was doing you a favor..."
"Well, next time, don't do me any favors."
"Why were you talking to her?" His friend repeated.
"I don't know exactly. It's funny, I've known her almost my entire life, but she always seemed so... Plain. But now, she's changed, blossomed rather. She has to be the most beautiful girl I know..."
His friend smirked. "You said the same thing about Carlotta."
Raoul smiled back. "I only said that for social reasons; I have to keep my popularity up, even if it means complimenting Carlotta. But with Christine... I really mean it."
"Well, what do you want to do about it?"
"Isn't there a dance coming up? The Halloween Masque?"
"Yeah, in a few weeks."
"Well, I'll ask her to it." Raoul imagined how breathtaking Christine would be. He looked back at his friend, "I really like her."
"Uh huh. I can tell. Can we go now?"
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"I just couldn't stop staring at him. I was so startled! He was soooo gorgeous! And so polite!"
"Christine, I still can't believe you are into this guy! He's one year older than you; you'll never have a chance with him! I just don't want you getting hurt. I'm your best friend remember? 'Only out for your best interests' and stuff like that."
Christine and Meg arrived at lunch. Meg had quite a time trying to get Christine to sit down and stop looking for Raoul. Meg's Speech class had been uneventful, other than the fact that the teacher had a lisp and spitted a lot. And she happened to be in the front row. Christine couldn't help but comment on how extremely odd it was for a Speech teacher to have a lisp. But Christine couldn't stay on that train of thought for long; she was literally suffocating from excitement to tell her story. Meg, concerned with her health, agreed.
"Meg, will you stop being so paranoid about older guys? Not all of them are bad!... Oh no! Here he comes. Stay calm..." Christine couldn't help but blush at the sight of him and she was shaking from anticipation.
Meg rolled her eyes. "So much for staying calm" she mumbled.
Raoul strutted over to their table, which was in the farthest corner of the cafeteria. He shot Christine one of his shockingly bright smiles. Meg caught her in the nick of time; she had nearly fainted.
"Good afternoon. Can you spare a seat?" He said.
"Sure!" Meg said. Christine was too mesmerized to speak. Meg whispered to her, "Look Christine, I'm willing to do anything to help you, but if you don't stop looking like a dope and say somethin', he's gonna think you're cuckoo!"
Christine swallowed and thought on what she would say. "I'm okay," she thought, "I can do this. He's just a boy!" She opened her mouth to comment on his shirt, but all that came out was, "ilikeityoucute."
Raoul stared at her and said, "I'm sorry, what was that?"
Christine was literally kicking herself under the table and looked at Raoul with a painful smile. "Um, I, um, said that I like your shirt..."
"OH! Is that it? I thought you said something like 'youcute'!" He smiled.
Meg looked at Christine nervously and was silently praying for Christine not to choke.
Christine turned crimson again. "Eh oh, of course not. Ha. haha." She laughed.
As they continued to talk, a pair of seething eyes was peering at them. "Woud you just look at dem! Dey make me sick! She's such a slut!"
"Carlotta! Give her a break! Maybe it's your boyfriend that is doing most of the flirting..."
"How dare you insinuate! You call yourself my friend?!"
"Chill out! It's probably nothing. You know as well as anyone that you're the best girl catch in the school!"
"Yes, and he's the best boy catch... Let's just 'ope dat it is nothing. For today. Tomorrow I intend on not being so agreeable."
*Note- Sorry about Carlotta's sudden heavy accent. I had intended to give her one all along, I just forgot (it can happen!). But, from now on, she'll have one (as long as I remember to take my pills... 6_9)*