A/n: Oh my, was I an odd child. Lol please review!
"Boxes! Boxes for sale! Ladies hide your jewels; gentlemen hide your franks. Boxes! Hand carved boxes for sale! Just ten franks each. Gentlemen hide you cigars; ladies hide you laces. Boxes! Boxes for sale!"
Repeated a young woman with long brown hair who was selling boxes she caved by hand.
She lived on the streets.
She had been in France for two years.
A gruff looking man approached her.
"I want that one."
He said pointing to the one in her hand.
"Oh, well I have a copy of it hold on and I'll get it."
She reached into a straw bag to produce the duplicate but he took the box out of her hand and ran.
She put her bag on her shoulder and took off after him.
"Hay come back here you scoundrel! Blast you thief!"
He turned a corner and she dashed behind him.
He looked back and in the process ran into a cart, spilling its contents.
She caught up to him as he stood and took a hold of the box but he flung her strait into a tall man buying some dried meet.
The two fell to the ground.
" I'm so sorry sir."
She stood up and held out her hand to him.
It took him a minute to figure out what happened and he stood without taking her hand then looked around and saw the thief still holding the box.
When he had flung her, the owner of the cart, a tall woman, had clubbed him with a bag.
The girl picked up the box and turned to apologize again but the man was gone.
She continued walking, looking for him.
He had stopped at another booth and was buying something from it.
She stopped not knowing he was there.
" I hope he didn't find the secret compartment."
She said to her self.
He turned around.
"Miss...I couldn't help over hearing, but what do you mean secret compartment? In that box?"
He asked.
She hesitated a moment.
"Yes."
She opened the lid and pressed on the bottom, which looked like a wooden planked floor.
It slid aside revealing her coins from the day's sales.
"Where did you get that?"
He asked, now more curious than ever.
" I made it. All of my boxes have it."
" Tell me, what's your name?"
He asked.
"Sabrina , Valentessa. I have been traveling the world sir."
She said.
"So how is it that you speak French so well?"
He asked.
"I can't tell you that. What is your name?"
She asked.
"I don't care to tell you that."
He said.
"All right, well thank you."
She said.
He looked confused and irritated.
"For what I didn't help you?"
"Oh but you did. I believe it is you I'm looking for."
She said.
"What?"
He asked.
"It's a long story."
She said.
"You know I shouldn't be asking this, but where are you staying?"
He asked.
"Any where that suits me sir, if I'm lucky maybe a stack of straw in some one's horse barn."
She said.
"Is that all you do, make boxes?"
He asked.
"No , I can do a number of other things."
She said.
"Well I'll make you a deal. You don't tell any one where I live, and give me one of your fascinating boxes, and I'll give you free room and bored to be a maid."
He said.
"That sounds fair sir, how ever, I would have to know your name."
She said.
" E.C."
He said.
"What does the C stand for?"
She asked.
"A past I would rather forget."
He said.
Once they were away from people she stopped him.
"You are Erik De Chagny, and you are coming with me."
She said.
She took his hand and they disappeared into the future
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I think this was worse than the last. What I'm looking for here are plots. Don't focus on the writing, focus on the idea.