I looked out the window of the schoolhouse and sighed. Almost every other child was outside playing in the December snows, while I was stuck inside during recess everyday. My parents were so overprotective! I could not go outside without one of them, so I could not go out during recess and have fun with my best friends, Lilly, Amanda, and Dylan. I saw them building a snowman together and laughing at Lilly because she could not get the last snowball on top. I wished, prayed that I could be out there too, instead of inside with the stuck up aristocratic children who decided that they were too good to go outside with the rest of them. I heaved forward another sigh and spilled my bag lunch onto my desk. An apple, peanuts, a small sandwitch, and a cookie fell from the bag along with a note. It read,

Donata-
I hope you enjoy your lunch today!
I am sorry that you can't go out with the others but it is for your own good.
Lots of Love,
Mommy

I read the second sentance many times and could not help thinking,
"Yeah. RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTT..."
And I made my decision. I stuffed my lunch back into it's bag and gathered my things. I put on my coat, gloves and hat then headed outside, greeted by the rush of the cold wind. Lilly, Amanda and Dylan rushed to me and Dylan asked,
"Donata, why are you outside? You know that your parents don't want you out here-"
but I cut him off.
"I'm here because I want to be, Dylan. what could happen? Im not going to get kidnapped or something!"
"Oh really?" said a voice from behind. I turned to see who it was, though I did not need to know. I knew. It was Raoul. I did the one thing I could do. I ran.

Chapter 17...
Dylan threw a snowball at Raoul's face but there was nothing to stop him. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me through the snow, but his legs were longer and stronger. He reached me in no time. He picked me up and carried me off. The last thing I saw was Lilly running after him trying to stop him. But I knew that it was no use. Her tiny 5 year old legs had no match against his adult legs. He ran and ran until we reached his house. He pushed me inside and he slid in after me. I trembled in fear. I was afraid of what he would do.
"Do you not rembember me, my dear daughter?" he asked, sneering at my face.
"No. I could never forget such a wicked man, no matter how old I was when I last saw you," and with that I folded my arms. I got a responce to this with a stinging slap across my face.
"Let me explain why you are here. I am going to use you to lure your so called father here. Then I am going to kill him before your very eyes and demand custody of you. I can do that, because I am the Viscompte de Chagny. You dont even have a last name!"
"Yes I do. My last name is Daae,"
"That is your mother's maden name. What is your father's last name,"
"He has neither name nor country, he took the name Erik by chance," I knew this because many times I had asked my daddy what his last name was. This was what he always told me. I was not sure what would happen after that, so I just stayed still and silent.