A/N- Yay for time lapses! That's all I have to say. That and it's been three weeks since the mirror accident. AKA the second Chapter.
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"Oh Fleur, you're coming along quite nicely! You only have one little scar on your cheek, and your eyes are hardly puffy!" Christine said, after removing the day's cold compress. I had been having a damp, cold towel draped over my face for a while every day since I woke up in Paris. After the little mirror thing, I had been careful to stay away from any, and everyone had been wary of saying anything about my face, and when Christine told me this, I was itching to see a mirror.
"I'd like to see." I said, hoping that she didn't say that just to keep my spirits up.
"Alright!" She said, and scurried off to find a mirror. She returned a moment later with a little one, and said "You'll be so surprised!" before handing it to me.
I held the mirror in front of my face and smiled. She was right. I had a tiny scar along my jaw line and my eyes were barely puffy at all. I actually looked… pretty. And a different pretty then how my appearance was before the 'accident' as everyone referred to the night I left my old life. My eyes sparkled more, and I had the look of someone who had just come off the best vacation in the world; Relaxed and carefree.
I looked… older! It was as if I had grown from a 13 year old, to a 16 year old overnight.
Christine smiled at me, she knew that my self-image had been horrible for the past three weeks, but now I was totally confident, unlike Christine herself. When the ballet and chorus girls all gossiped about the guys who they thought were hott, or as they said it, Handsome, Christine would get a glassy look in her eyes, and go silent. But when asked about it, she would laugh and say she was thinking about the upcoming opera.
I had other thoughts about her thoughts. I knew that she was thinking of the little boy who rescued her scarf from the sea. In other words, my heart throb, Raoul.
So apparently Andre and Firmin haven't taken over, and The Phantom hasn't taken her to 'the batcave' as my friends and I referred to the phantom's lair. I was longing to see them both, to see if Raoul was as gorgeous as Patrick Wilson was in the Movie, or Erik and hott as Gerard Butler. But I had no clue how I could tell.
Unless I knew when Andre and Firmin would take over. Then all I would have to do is follow Christine down to the batcave without Erik noticing I'm behind her. 'Oh yea, that'll be easy.' I said sarcastically to myself.
Meg poked her head in around the door frame to the dormitories, "Christine, Fleur! Come along, we're going to be late for practice!" she said, motioning for us to come along.
I had asked to join the ballet corps, and Mme Giry accepted me with opening arms. She assumed that I knew ballet if I was going to join. But I didn't. I played tennis for all my life practicly. I had wanted to do ballet, but I'm not too coordinated, so I played tennis.
After long and harsh training sessions from Meg, Christine, and Mme Giry I was almost as good as the others. It turns out that I do have coordination, much to my surprise.
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"Fleur, I believe that you are good enough to be in 'Hannibal' in three days." Mme Giry said after the practice where I had been working my butt off getting the spin thing down.
I flashed a huge smile, "I can! Oh my gosh, are you serious!" I squealed. It was what I had been waiting to hear. When I heard in the practice that Hannibal was in three days I was relived. I thought it might have been a whole year away or something.
'In just three days I can see Raoul!' I thought happily as Meg suggested we go out to celebrate.
"Why not!" I said, carefree of any worries.
We made our way up to the dormitories and as we entered the other girls stopped talking immediately. I could tell they were talking about me. But it was no matter, I was going to see Raoul! And nothing could bring me down from that odd feeling of happiness.
We grabbed our cloaks, and headed out, ignoring the girls as they began to chatter again, and I could vaguely make out the words "Retirement, and handsome." I assumed they were talking about M. Lefevre retiring to Frankfurt or wherever.
There is a lovely café down past the market." Meg said as we made our way outside, and into the chilly October Air.
We chattered on about random things about the opera, about the upcoming Opera, M. Lefevre retiring, and what he would do next.
As we passed the marketplace, closed until morning's first light, I began to feel as if someone was following. I shivered slightly, remembering the night I left Claire's.
I hadn't told anyone about what happened, unable to figure out how I could make Meg, Christine and Mme Giry understand I was from the year 2006 and knew what would happen to change their lives forever in the next four months.
It was also out of fear that I remained silent. I was afraid they wouldn't like me as much if I told them I was from the future. They might think of me as a freak of some sorts and put me in an asylum.
As we approached the café I could hear the happy sound of voices and plates clinking. I was glad to be away from the empty street, which reminded me terribly of the street back home where I assumed I was found.
At that moment my mind stopped. What if I was dead?
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You have to admit it would be kinda freaky if you didn't knowif you were dreaming or dead.
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