I want to thank all my reviewers! This means so much to me! Okay, to keep you guys happy I will send you the second chapter. I would send you the third but I need to do something to it. I should have it up tomorrow. Remember! Lots of reviews! This chapter is very short compared to the other one but I needed to put it in. The next chapter is twice as long as this one if not larger. Okay, it might seem that Christine cries alot in the next two chapters but I need to let you know how she feels in order for the whole story to flow nicely.I promise you will not be disappointed. Okay, let me stop typing so you guys can read. Enjoy!
By the way, in the novel, does Erik die? Okay, I'll shut up now.


Christine jumped awake the next morning by her alarm clock. As she reached for the alarm clock, she fell on the floor making a loud thudding sound as she did.

Meg wouldn't shut up about it all morning. Presently, Christine was looking at herself in the mirror.

At least this year is starting off better than her sophomore. She sighed. Not really, the previous year she had her father, this year she didn't.

She wiped her eyes, trying not to mess with her make-up. New life, new school, she thought.

"Christine!" she heard Meg call. "Come one, sunshine! Time to eat!"

Christine looked at her browned eyed reflection. "Another day in another life," she whispered.

Then with a plastered smile, she made her way down the stairs.

Madame Giry and Meg were in the breakfast room eating –what else?- their breakfast. Christine served herself eggs and orange juice.

"So first day, huh, girls?" Madame Giry asked. "Bonne chance."

"Thanks mom," Meg said as a rapid knocking was heard at the door.

When Meg arrived from opening the door, Christine saw it was none other than Raoul.

"Good morning, ladies," he said. Christine looked at his hands.

"What's that?" she asked when she swallowed her eggs.

He handed each of them a dandelion. "In honor of the first day of school," he said handing one to Madame Giry. "In anticipation that our friendship will blossom," he handed that one to Meg. "And to you fair Christine, in hopes that you will forgive me for what happened the other days."

Christine just stared but took it anyway. "Thank you." She had no idea that Raoul could be so sweet, so trustworthy, so-

"Don't get too excited," he whispered to her. "I just picked them from Madame Giry's garden."

She scoffed. Male chauvinistic pig, she thought.

"Okay, children," Madame Giry said to them. "Let's go, school will start shortly."

They all went to their car and when Christine noticed Raoul wasn't getting in with them, she saw why.

He had his own car. A Porsche. Convertible.

She was left with her mouth hanging open.

Meg smiled. "His father has more money than God. Now that he's eighteen, he can touch it. That's why this year he's going to sponsor all of our plays."

"Isn't it marvelous?" Madame Giry inquired. "Perhaps we will do Macbeth or Hamlet or-"

Meg rolled her eyes. "Oh, yes, mother," she said sarcastically. "Please continue."

That she did, she continued all the way to school.


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