Unrequited love
A/N: hope you liked the last chapter. There is going to be a few more before she meets Eric, but trust me, it's woth the weight. Cera is going to get more the Kristine eve did. MUCH MORE. So just keep reading, I need the positive feedback to keep going. Oh, and my writing teacher rea the last chapter, she said it was horrible writing, but Cera Dolce Angelina Angemisque had promise. That's my girl Cera! Way to go!
Anyway, read on!
Here we go!
It was cold out here! I curlsd up onder the blanket more and moaned a bit. It was freezing. How long had I been out here? What time was it? I felt my cheek. Spanning from my upper lip just past my mouth on the side of my cheek, in a crecent shape to abaot the same spot on my lower lip was a scar,a hideous gross, messy scar,that would keep me from anything and everthing in Paris. No one would want me, not witht he scar.
I relized that I had to be going. If was ever gonnaa make it to Paris, I needted to MOVE! So I paked up myu stuff and started moving along the country side. It was hard but I needed to get there, I wanted food and money and music and cuture.
Fter an bit I got there. I got to the bustling sreets of Paris. This place was as amazhng as I had imanged it!1 The strerts where full orf men and women. There cloths were vary scandalouse, and I could tell that some of them were prostetoots. Thought the streets where not pavesd with godl, it was almost a beautifl aas I had guesse dit would be. The buildings were tall and ornat and the people were beautifl. As I starred in wondor, a carrage rushed by with a buatiful woman looking out. The lady yelled at me, "uscire della strada, rospo!" It rattled by me, nearly running over my foot. I jumped back in alam. Thew ritting on the side of the carrage said "La Carlotta" in ornat leters.
Soon I grew tired and, though I didn't have a place to sleep I loked around for somewhere where I could collaopse. Then a man cam eout of a bar nearbt and swa me. "Vous avez besoin de travail ? You need work?" I noded. He motoned to fallow him.
I steped throught the door of the bar and found myself in a dimyl lit room, crodwed with rogh locking mren. The nam pulled me top A back room. "Take off your clothes. Can you dance?" he asked. I nodded shakily, relizign where I was in a place like my sister workied. "If they like you, you can stay here," he said. I pulled off my dress reluctantly and went on stage.
I danced for a long time and the men wree laghing at me but I couldn't leave. I needed to sleep here. Finnaly it was over, and the man came back and took me off the stage. He looked me over and noticed my scarr. Then he threww me out. I was tred but couldn't find a pace to sleep so right there I fell asleep on the road exhausted from my long jorney and wonderinne what I wolld do.