Ok, thanks for the reviews so far. I have written the second chapter. For chapters to come I may use names from the original SP for totally different characters. Just to warn you. Also, I am not sure about the dates. If anyone knows when WW II happened and ended or when Hitler took over France and when he lost France, pleas let me know. I have been told it was in 1938 and then saw on another page 1940. I am assuming it is 1940 and have made the current year in the story 1939, right before Hitler gained control of France. Help me if I am wrong. Anyway, enjoy. Please R&R!
Chapter 1
The First Meeting Which Will Result in Much to Come
In a country called America, a city called New York stands. It so happened that on one chanceful day, in the year 1939 during World War II, two people happened to be walking on the same street, on the same sidewalk; both were carrying a book with the same name along with other things.
In their walking they happened to have been in a hurry, and by this, did not see each other coming, thus resulting in a meeting that would bring about, in the future, many things, including myself being brought into the world. The two ran into each other, causing them to drop their things and fall to the ground, luckily catching themselves.
They both scrambled about to pick their things up, the woman apologizing as she did this. In their confusion, they took little notice to their having the same book and each took the other's.
Once he had his things, the man straightened up, and turned to look at the woman he had run into.
"Funny things can happen when two are in a hurry and happen to be on the same sidewalk," he said with a strong French accent.
"Oh, forgive me, monsieur, I did not see you," she also had a French accent, "What you have said is true, I was on my way to a history club meeting that started," she looked at her watch, "five minutes ago."
"You sound French, and yet most French women would have glared at me and walked away," the man said with a bit of a glare himself, "I hope that you have not moved here on reason that Germany is moving to take over France, because that would be betraying your country when they most need you."
"Well I have never been 'most', and would never 'betray' my country. I once cared for it... but..." she hesitated.
"As I am glad that you are not 'most', however I must tell you...," he retorted, but was interrupted by the woman.
"Good day then," she said.
"Yes, good day," he returned.
They were going their separate ways again, expecting to never see each other again.
The woman continued until she reached a small, corner bookstore. There she entered the store and walked towards the back until she reached an area where a group of women were sitting, one chair being unoccupied.
"Ahh, Marge, you have finally arrived," said one of the women sitting there.
"Yes, I have. Sorry for my being late, I had a bit of trouble on my way here," Marge replied.
"What kind of trouble Marge?" another woman by the name of Kate asked.
"It was nothing, just fell down, tripped on my way," Marge replied.
"Just as well," said another, "we are discussing the French Revolution today. I assume that this topic might offend you because you are French."
"Renee, she may be French, but she is also American. You are the only one here who has a thing against them. Marge has done no wrong. And you know that her country is going through hard times just like us, you have no reason to hate them. With this war growing the way it ism it will not be long before Hitler tries to get France," remarked Kate.
"Thank you, Kate. I can defend myself. Actually, the reason for my falling was running into another French man with quite rude manners. I suppose that is the reason for my moving here anyways," Marge told them.
"Oh, tell us more," Renee encouraged, anxious to make a point.
"She does not have to if she does not want to," another said.
"Please, please, can we just continue with our discussion about the French Revolution?" questioned another woman by the name of Melody.
"Thank you, Melody," said Marge as she took her seat.
"We were about to start talking about the day they charged the Bastille," said Melody.
"Yes, so can we all open our book, The History of the Bastille During the French Revolution, and begin talking about it?" asked the woman at the head of the circle, who was the leader of the club, her name being Sara.
Marge took out the book by that title and opened it to the inside cover. There she saw, in the upper right corner of that page, something handwritten that she has never seen before on this book. It read, "Chavelier Carel, French man of the Regime, Currently at the Building of business on Main Street, New York, Floor five, Office 572." This was not her book, it belonged to the man she had run into on the sidewalk on her way there, he had the same book as her and they had picked up each other's book without noticing. She now realized this.
"Marge, won't you tell us what you thought of turning the day the French people charged the Bastille into a holiday?" Renee asked.
Marge quickly realized she had been spending the last few minutes reading this address over and had not been paying any attention at all.
"Marge?" Kate motioned for her to answer.
"I am sorry, but I must be going," Marge said fast and before anyone could object she had stood up, grabbed her things and left the store.
I hope you enjoyed it. Next chapter to come soon!