Disclaimer- I do NOT own any of the characters in this story….but….hopefully, someday…-gets hit with the hammer of law-…no, I will never own this…


Christine couldn't keep her thoughts off of Erik as she ran to her math class. She quickly found a seat and got herself ready for class. But…that attentiveness couldn't last and she quickly fell into a dreamlike state. Yes, a dream about Erik. Those words were so intense, that music, so…beautiful. She felt her eyes glaze over.

-DING-

"WHAO!" Christine jumped up as if a tack had been placed on her seat. The entire class looked at her funny as they were packing up to go. She quickly glanced at her schedule. Yes, one period left before lunch, I've made it this far…just….50…more….painful….excruciating, boring minutes!

Meg rushed over to her, "Ready for English?"

"Maybe…"

"What do you mean maybe? It's the first day of school, easiest day of the year?"

"…well, there's this guy…"

Meg squealed as the headed up the dreaded three flights of stairs (kind of like my school -), "Who is it! OMG! You already have a guy before me! Who is it?"

"My locker buddy,"

"And that would be? I didn't get a good glimpse of his face, or really hear his voice to tell who it was,"

"Erik," she said as she blushed.

Meg stopped her right in her tracks, "Wait…Did you just say…? NO!" she looked around and then pulled her into the bathroom, "Christine, let me tell you something, Erik isn't someone you want to hang around with. Just….stay away from him, okay?"

"But, why? He's so sweet, well, not exactly sweet, but, he has a good heart. I can feel it Meg!"

"Because! Just…just listen to me for once on this matter Christine. He's a freak. F-R-E-A-K!"

"Why do you say that? There isn't anything wrong with him,"

Meg looked at her, "You haven't seen his face yet have you?"

"What's wrong with his face? Acne? Remember Meg, I used to have it really bad before-"

"No…" she looked around, "Look, just…take my word for it. Now come on, we're 5 minutes late for English as it is,"

The girls left the bathroom in silence. When they got to English, the teacher was slightly annoyed, but had them sit down. The only available desks were in the back with a boy who was sitting all alone. Christine sat next to him and Meg across from her.

"No," Meg moaned.

"Hey Christine, we never finished our bickering," Erik said. Christine quickly turned to face him and blushed. Through the darkness of the hood she could swear that she saw a slight smile.

"Now class, throughout the year we will be reading many Shakespearian works and performing them in class. Why? Because I get bored with the same old worksheets. This is my last year teaching hear at this school," the teacher finished.

A boy raised his hand. Christine recognized him as Raoul, "I understand all of that, but what's your name? You've been talking nonstop and we still don't know what your name is?"

"Me? I am a nobody… a flicker in the light, a mere speck in the eyes of the celestial beings. Ah, but you just want a name to address me by…Mr. Persian," the class just stared at him blankly, "Why don't you all get acquainted with the people at your table…desk…clump age thing until the end of class. We shall start the real work tomorrow, be ready for Romeo and Juliet,"

The class burst into the buzzing of teenagers.

"So….How are you doing today Erik?" Meg asked.

Erik pulled out The Music of the Night and continued to write the music.

"….Erik….she asked you a question, why are you being so rude?" Christine asked.

He straightened up, "I'm doing fine Megan, and you?"

"Wonderful and how are you Christine?"

"Full of emotions and wondering what would happen if I were to throw Erik's music out the window so he'd notice that we were trying to make conversation with him," Christine replied.

Erik put the music away, "Okay, what do you want to talk about?"

"So Meg, did you know that your mom is planning to have us perform an opera for our end of the quarter/ semester grade?" Christine asked.

"What! No WAY! AAAAHHH I told her that was a horrible idea. At first she wanted to do Cats…and well, we all know how that would end,"

Christine and Meg laughed as they remembered their 5th grade Cats costumes. All spandex and fur.

"Then, she wanted to do Amadeus,"

Erik spoke up, "What was wrong with that one? It's so beautiful,"

"Budget cuts,"

"Ahh,"

Christine spoke, "So now, she's going to have us perform a student's work. We sang duets on some of the songs today and they were wonderful,"

"Except when Carlotta sang them," Erik snickered.

"Oh no, you have Carlotta in your class?" Meg said sympathetically.

"Yes, and she has the worst voice I have ever heard," Erik said.

"We should vote her off the island!" Christine laughed.

"YES!" Erik and Meg screamed at the same time. The class looked at them, then went back to their chatting.

"So, Erik, I've never really gotten the chance to talk with you and yet you are my mother's prize pupil," Meg said.

"I don't normally talk to people. You know exactly why, we went to elementary together…"

"Yes but-" –DING-DING-DING-DING-

Erik scurried out of class.

"LUNCH!" Christine yelled.

Meg watched Erik go down the stairs. She pitied the poor boy. Maybe…Christine would be good to have in his life…


Well, I think I'll call it a night there. Too tired…can't type…need to plan for animemarathon…snacks….beverages….ZZzzzZZZzzz.

Flyinmonkeys: thank you! It's just what I do!

Phantom'sSonge: Oh, I think something could happen…MWAHAHAHAHA

hpluva2000: I LOVE YOUR STORY TOO!

Deathrose: well, Erik is still developing…who knows?

Fox Xanatos: I update as fast as humanly possible. (Babysitting almost all weekend)

midnightangel38: you know what? Forget deformities, HE IS A SEXY MAN!

little wind: apology accepted. And thank you for likin' my story

galabalesh: yea, the soufflé was sort of the boredom of peevethedestroyer and mine. We were trying to describe Michael Crawford's voice…..

Jessie: thank you for the correction. I think it was just the site I was getting the lyrics off of OR it could've been that I was sleep deprived and wasn't paying attention….