A/N-Sorry for the super long gap in updating. I just got really busy in softball.
Well here is another segment to my little tale. The two skits that are about to be read are both Antoinette and co. Slight references to The Count of Monte Cristo and Les Miserables neither of which I own. By the way, I'm not a Giry/Erik shipper. Evelyn ,from the last chapter, is going to make a slight appearance.

Disclaimer-Do you think a dead French guy could use the computer? If you said no, then you know that this story is in no way mine. If you said yes, then I am at a complete loss for words. I also don't own Big Rhonda since she's a part of That '70s Show.
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Philippe, Andre, Firmin, Erik, Antoinette, and Sorelli are spending their Halloween evening in an abandoned school that burned down a few years ago.

The boys stand in one of the classrooms and just stare at each other. The silence is finally broken by Erik. "Why in the world are we here?"

"Because," answered Philippe, "there was nothing else interesting to do tonight so we thought that we could get a good scare out of revisiting this place."

"I'm not so sure why you're here than, Philippe." stated Erik. "Weren't you taught by tutors for most of your life?"

"Yes. But that was only for my later teen years. For my earlier years, my father wanted me to mingle with middle class." declared the teen proudly.

"With an attitude like that it is a wonder that you ever survived coming to school with normal people." commented Firmin who rolls his eyes at Philippe.

Andre starts to head towards the door. "Well as it appears that there is nothing here that can scare us, I suggest that we leave right now." suggested the youth.

"Wait!" commands a voice from another room. All of the boys turn to see Sorelli and Antoinette coming into the room holding several burnt looking folders. Antoinette goes on, "We found something that might frighten us a bit."

"Yes," adds Sorelli, "they were in the headmaster's office."

Firmin stares at the folders and his eyes widen in shock as he realizes what they are. "Good Lord. Those are our..our.."

Antoinette nods her head gravely. "I am afraid that they are." She throws the folders down unto a nearby desk. "Behold our school records."

The group gathers around the records and goes through them. "I cannot believe that you found our school records!" exclaims Andre in shock. He sifts through the files. "I bet that they left them here after the fire."

Everyone ignores this comment as they keep going through the folders. Suddenly, Firmin holds up a file. "I found Antoinette's file!" He opens it and starts to read through it. "Well,well, well. It appears that someone here had problems keeping their clothes on in the first grade!"

Antoinette becomes red faced. "What! Let me see that." She grabs the file and skims through it. "That was just a silly phase that I went through. " dismissed the ballerina with a wave of her hand.

"I wish that it could continue." mutters Andre.

Antoinette turns to face him. "What did you say?"

"I said...I said...I found Firmin's file!" lied Andre who had fortunately actually found Firmin's file. He starts to read from it out loud. " 'I fear that despite Richard's brilliant mind, he is a born rebel rouser. He is destined to be the smartest man..' " Firmin smiles at this comment. " 'In his prison house.' "

The smile is immediately wiped from Firmin's face ,and he grabs at the folder. "What! How could they possible determine that in the second grade?" He scans the folder and starts to read from where Andre left off. " 'Richard purposely and hatefully destroyedAlbert Morcerf's model of the earth and showed no remorse for his actions.' " He stares at the paper in a stunned manner.

Erik claps him on the back. "I never knew that you had such a mean streak within you! Neither did I know that you actually had the potential to be intelligent. We have much in common."

Firmin gives him a weird look and slowly moves away from the masked boy. "As much as I feel honored by that comparison," lies Firmin, "I didn't destroy anything." He looks back at the burnt folder.

Philippe starts chuckling weakly. "Do you know what's funny Firmin?" He stops chuckling and becomes serious faced. "I broke Albert's model." He starts to scratch the back of his head.

This confession causes Firmin to tear his eyes from the folder and stare at the noble in shock. "It was you?" A bolt of lightning conveniently follows this accusation followed by a clap of thunder.

The young aristocrat looks strange in the lightning as it illuminates half of his face leaving the other half to look very sinister. "Yes. I had to eliminate his becasue it was better than mine. He actually bothered to paint his." A hint of bitterness can be heard in his voice as he says this.

Firmin steps towards Philippe and points his finger at him. "That was when my life was changed ,and everyone turned against me! I was labeled as a problem child and once that happens it's stuck with you forever! You ruined my life just like you ruined Albert's project!"

Sorelli steps in front of Philippe. "Now listen here Firmin. Philippe didn't ruin your life. No offense, but with a crazy mother, absent father, and poor upbringing, you are bound to end up either in prison or a dead end job." Firmin glares at her ,and she rolls her eyes at him. "I said not to take any offense."

"Sure. Let us take a look at what your file says about you, Sorelli." Firmin steps toward the desk and picks upher record.

The dancer turns her head dismissively away from him. "Read away. I am a model student."

"Than I suggest that you step away from Philippe before he can destroy you." jokes Erik.

Firmin starts snickering. "Who wants to know what Sorelli's middle name is?" Sorelli's eyes widen in horror ,and she lets out a blood curdling scream. He smirks evilly at her. "Sorelli's middle name is-"

"NOOOOOO!" shouts Sorelli. She then throws herself at him and attempts to strangle him. After the attempted strangling she then tries to pumel him into the earth with her fists. She than finishes him off with a few kicks to to the shins. "I DESPISE YOU!" spits the dancer.

Everyone stares at Firmin's seemingly lifeless body for what seems like an eternity. Than with a groan he sits up with that same smirk on his face. "It's Gulnare!"

Sorelli lowers her head in shame and goes to sit in a corner. Andre walks over to her in an attempt to comfort her. "It's alright Guln-I mean umm Sorelli." He backs away from her as she shoots a murderous glare at him. Antoinette shakes her head at his slip up. As Andre is about to lean against the wall once more he starts to pat his pockets frantically. "Who took my last chocolate?" asks the teen worriedly. He then bends down and picks something up. "Never mind. It was on the floor." He unwraps the sweet and pops it into his mouth.

Firmin, who started to glare at Philippe after he revealed Sorelli's name, smiles bitterly. "Andre, you didn't give de Chagny enough time to blame it on me."

"I didn't blame anything on you! She naturally assumed it to be you." declared Philippe.

"Didn't blame it on me? While Madame Noirtier was lecturing me in front of the entire class, you didn't exactly take responsibility for your actions. What was going on in that coniving little mind of yours?" questions Firmin.

Philippe puts ona mock serious face. "I guess I was thinking, 'I am only six!' "

Andre steps between the two before a fight can break out. "Stop it gentlemen! It is All Hallow's Eve for goodness sake! This is a time for tranquility and good intentions towards the human race!"

"I thought that it wasa time of vandalism and sorcery." comments Erik.

"Well that comes after the good stuff." states Andre. "How about we read another file?"

"Great. Because that seems to be really working out." says Antoinette sarcastically.

"I will read from my own." offers Andre. He picks up his folder and starts to skim through it. He smiles as he finds something. "Here is something that noone here knows about since I did it the year before I moved here. In the first grade I would a wear a black cape to school everyday and scare people for no good reason." He smiles at his confession.

Erik snorts at this. "You must have looked ridiculous."

Firmin nods his head in agreement until a thought hits him. "Did you say the first grade?"

Andre nods his head in mute agreement.

"That can't be right. We were in the first grade together when you moved here. It is how we met." states Firmin.

"Are you sure about that?" asks Andre nervously as he clutches his folder tightly to his chest.

Firmin goes and wrestles the folder from his clutches while Philippe restrains Andre from getting it back. Firmin reads it and looks up in shock. "You had to repeat the first grade!"

"Is that true Andre?" asks Antoinette inquisitively.

Andre stops resisting ,and Philippe lets go of him so that he may face him. Andre lowers his head in shame. "It was the cursive writing." mumbles the sad youth. He lifts his head ,and everyone sees that he is a bit misty eyed. "All those loops and curves confused me! I refused to do them!" He wipes his eyes, stands up a bit straighter, and holds his head up high.

"More like you couldn't do it." mutters Erik rather loudly.

This comment deflates Andre's little moment of pride. "No, I wouldn't do it!" states the teen rather defensively. "So that is why they held me back. Plus, I also might have been responsible for the death of our class pet." He starts to bang his head against the wall. "WHY! I thought that a turtle's shell could protect it from anything!" He starts to sob into his arms.

Antoinette and Erik slowly approach him. Antoinette places an arm on his shoulder. "There, there, Andre. Just let it all out."

Erik reluctantly pats him on the back. "What she said."

Andre sniffles as the sobs subside. "It was just horrible. Living a lie ,where I had to act a year younger then I really am."

This fact causes Firmin's eyes to open to a slit. "Wait a minute. You are a year older than us?"

Andre nods. "That is why I have always seemed more mature than the rest of you." states Andre a bit stupidly.

"Are you telling me that you could have been purchasing us certain beverages and items of interest without any legal complications!" yells Firmin.

Erik immediately steps away from Andre. "You fiend." accuses the masked boy.

Andre looks at them all in shock. "What-NO! It's not as it appears!"

Firmin turns his back on him. "I do not wish to hear it.From this point on, you are dead to me."

"Philippe ruined your life!" reminded Andre.

"And if I had certain items with me then I wouldn't even care! I like that liberating feeling!" shouted Firmin.

Everyone starts to advance toward Andre with a menacing look on their faces. "Liberating feeling!" says the group in perfect unison.

Before anyone can touch him, Sorelli shields him. "Just leave him alone! Even though he is a liar, that is nothing compared to the traitor that Philippe is."

Antoinette attempts to push Sorelli out of the way. "Stay out of this Gulnare."

Sorelli looks at her fellow dancer in disgust. "Don't you dare call me that again!"

"I will try to keep that in mind,Gulnare." replies Antoinette with a smirk on her face.

Sorelli's eyes narrow. "So you want to play dirty do you? Guess what everyone! Antoinette moans Erik's name in the middle of the night!"

"What?" exclaim all of the boys in unison. Erik becomes very red faced.

Antoinette goes pale. "That..that's untrue!"

"It sort of is." said Sorelli. "It's more of a lustful groan then a moan."

"That's even worse!" cried Philippe. He turns to Firmin. "I blame this on you! Erik does seem a whole lot like you ,and you probably somehow helped him!"

"Maybe I am just a born trouble maker. Or you turned me into one." counters Firmin.

Antoinette turns on Sorelli. "You had better start running Gulnare." threatens the taller of the two ballerinas.

Andre comes between the two girls. "Leave Sorelli alone."

Antoinette folds her arms and looks at Andre critically. "Oh yeah, Sorelli spread this rumor amongst the ballerinas that you are anatomically deficient."

Andre lets loose a girly scream at Sorelli.

Philippe grabs Antoinette's arm before she can attack Sorelli. "When were you going to tell me about your little sleep talking thing?"

"Why do you need to know? It is not as if we are together." inquired the dancer suspiciously.

"Now you have tasted the bitterness of knowing that your friend is a back stabber." said Firmin smugly to Philippe.

"I don't think I would know what that feels like seeing as I have no friends!" yells Philippe.

The room is soon filled with shouting as everyone argues with one another. Erik ,who tried to cover his ears with his hands, held up his arms and shouted, "SILENCE!" Everyone fell silent. 'It sure does pay to have a supernatural voice.' thought Erik. "Now that I have gained your attention, can't you see the truth? It is those files thathave driven a wedge between each of us!" points out the genius.

"Masked boy is right." admits Andre.

Firmin hangs his head in shame. "Look what we have turned into."

"We became vicious creatures tearing at one another's throats." said Antoinette sadly.

Andre points a shaky finger at the folders. "Those files are pure evil."

"We need to destroy them!" exclaimed a bright eyed Sorelli.

Philippe nods in agreement. "Correct, Sorelli, but how?"

"I think I have an idea as to how we can destroy them." offered Erik.

Flash to the gang standing around a hole. Rain is coming down hard around them ,and the wind whips at their faces. A wolf howls in the distance.

Sorelli shivers and clutches on to Philippe. "Philippe, this is dumb! I am cold ,and it is a bit unnerving out here. Why can't we just burn them?"

Andre faces the dancer. "They have already survived one fire, Sorelli. They can't be destroyed that way."

Firmin holds up all of their records. "See you in hell ,school records!" He drops them into the hole.

"I don't think that even the eternal fires of hell can destory those things." comments Andre.

Philippe looks around at the group. "We must also swear never to tell the secrets we learned of the records in hell."

Everyone nods in agreement. "Except the part about Andre being able to buy us things that put us in a more enlightened state." adds Antoinette nonchalantly.

"Of course. That is a given." Andre looks at him in shock. "But otherwise this night never happened. Agreed?"

"Agreed." echoes the group.

Firmin smirks evilly. "Gulnare."

Sorelli lets out a maniacal scream and pushes him into the hole.
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Sorelli walks into Philippe's house to find Big Rhonda in his living room eating a box of chocolates.

Rhonda waves at the ballerina. "Bonjour there marmot gate." (1)

Sorelli ignores the insult and continues to stare at Rhonda. "What are you doing here?" asked the dancer quite rudely.

"I am just waiting for Andre so that I can feed him the leftover chocolates. He better hurry though or else I'll eat them all!" She continues to chow down on the chocolates.

Sorelli gives her an understanding look. "I know what you mean. Philippe never tells me where he is going! That is just one thing that I absolutely detest about him. Well besides the arrogant behaviour and looks of longing that he directs toward Antoinette." She sits down in a huff next to Rhonda.

"Andre and Philippe are on their way back from horse riding." supplies Rhonda. She blows on her fingernails, rubs them against her skirt, and examines them. "Andre and I are going to make out." She than spots something on her blouse and tries to wipe it away. Unfortunately she has a chocolate in her hand while trying to do so ,which only makes the stain worse.

The ballerina stares at her in amazement. "How did you know about there wherabouts?"

Just as she asks this question ,a dissheveled looking Andre and Philippe come into the room. They look very happy and are joking around and hitting each other playfully. Andre's smile gets wider as he sees Big Rhonda. "Hello darling. Why don't we get down to business and do that thing I promised you, right now." He arches his eyebrows suggestively.

Sorelli jumps up from her seat and stomps towards Philippe. "Why is she in the loop? Why am I excluded from the loop?" asked the girl angrily.

Philippe looks at her in a confused manner. "Loop? What loop?" He looks past Sorelli to watch Rhonda feed Andre some of the chocolates. "If there is a loop dear, and she is in it, than I doubt that you will fit." reassures the viscount.

The ballerina narrows her eyes at him. "Well until you will admit that there is a loop ,than you can say goodbye to me blessing you with my presence!" With that threat, she storms out of his home leaving behind a confused and saddened Philippe.

Andre laughs at her departure. "Did you luck out or what!"

A day later Firmin, Andre, Philippe, and Evelyn are sitting in a circle at the opera house. They have been enlightened by some green grass.

Andre looks over at Philippe in a goofy manner. "You know Vicomte, I don't know why you just don't tell Sorelli where you are. So that if she has the sudden urge to smother you with her affectionate love, she can find you quick and easily!" The teen suddenly gets a look of longing on his face. "Boy do I feel the need to be with Rhonda right now."

Philippe shakes his head at Andre. "You do not understand. If I tell her where I will be than I will lose my freedom! I have no desire to be kept on a leash. That is why the basis of every good relationship is only three words. I don't know. Where are you going? I don't know. What are you thinking about? I don't know. Who is that underneath you? I don't know!" He shakes his head vigorously to demonstrate. "It is fool proof! It can never fail." He looks at around at the other boys smugly.

Evelyn stares at the noble in disgust. "Firmin, why are friends with these morons?"

Firmin looks over at Philippe and simply shrugs. "I don't know." He then leans forward and starts to kiss Evelyn. She gives in ,and they sit in their seats and kiss.

The moment is broken up by Erik who approaches them from behind. "What is going on here? Why is that little catin in my seat?" (2)

Firmin stares at him with vacant eyes and shrugs his shoulders. "I don't know." He then starts laughing. "Best advice you have ever given Philippe."

Evelyn looks at Erik with disinterest while adjusting her very low cut dress. "Just calm down there little masked man. You will not die if you just take a seat on the floor." She gestures for him to sit on the dirty bare floor.

Erik gets upset by this suggestion. "Me sit on the floor? Visitors sit on the floor. I am not a visitor unlike you ,little Miss Shows Off Everything God Gave Her! By the way, why are you dressed like that? It is the middle of winter!"

She merely rolls her eyes at him. "You just killed the mood." She gets up and blows a kiss at Firmin. "See you later."

After she has left, Erik sits in the chair that had been previously occupied by her. "Well adieu to you!" He turns his attention to Firmin. "I thought that you broke off all relations with her. Why was she just here?" A thought suddenly hits him. "Did she finally give it up?"

Firmin shifts his eyes around the room nervously. "Ummmm I don't know!" He than gets up from his seat and leaves in a hurry.

The next day Sorelli goes over to Philippe's house to apologize.

"Philippe! Where are you? I just wanted to come back to say that I am-" she stops short as she enters the living room. Rhonda is sitting next to Andre while Philippe is sitting across from them. They are enjoying a game of backgammon. "Rhonda, how did you get in here?" asks the dancer suspiciously.

Rhonda looks up from their game to answer the ballerina. "I used my key of course." She than lifts her arm and shakes it to show off the key that is hanging from a string around her wrist.

The ballerina places her hands on her hips and faces the aristocrat. "Philippe, why does she have a key while I must knock on the door and have my presence announced?"

"It certainly isn't so that we can be warned of your coming if that is what you were wondering." answers Philippe nervously. Sorelli raises her eyebrows critically to this anser.

Rhonda waves her hand dismissively at Sorelli. "Do not fear petite frire.(3) It does not matter whether you have a key or not ,just as long as you are included in the group."

This comment almost causes Sorelli's eyebrows to disappear into her hairline. "Excuse me, but did you just say that you were 'included in the group'? It took me an eternity of back bending and butt kissing to be a part of this group."

Andre looks at her nervously. "That was your attempt at being nice? Mon Dieu, you were being nice?" He starts shaking as he thinks of what Sorelli is like when she is mean.

The dancer ignores Andre's comment and keeps on looking at Rhonda in disdain. "All I know is that you are not apart of this group."

Rhonda is offended by this. She gets up and advances toward the smaller girl who backs away from her. "Is that so, princesse? How about you and I wrestle over this? If I win than I am in. We go on the street, using anything to our advantage. The winner is the one who can draw first blood." She puts up her fists already eager to start the fight now. Sorellibacks into a wall and gulps nervously in the face of Rhonda, who has a good six inches on her.

Sorelli shields herself with her arms and cries out, "Okay! I give in! You can be in the group."

Rhonda jumps up and down excitedly all while clapping her hands. She does a little happy dance. "Yes! I have been accepted!"

Philippegets up slowly from the couch. "That is nice ,but Sorelli did insult you. I think that you need to take your honor into account."

Andregets the hint and also gets up with a wolfish grin on his face. "Andre is right Rhonda. Sorelli wronged you ,and I think some good old fashioned girl on girl mud wrestling would settle your problems. Starting...NOW!" He waves his hands eagerly up and down.

"You cochons!"(4) yell the girls in unison. They nod in approval at the other thinking the same thing.

"Get out right now!" demands Sorelli.

"But it is my house." counters Philippe.

"You heard her. She said, 'Get out.' " repeats Rhonda. She goes toward Philippe and faces him. Unfortunately for the noble, she happens to be two inches taller.

Philippe gulps nervously. "Okay. Andre let us be on our way." They then take leave of Philippe's house very quickly.

Andre shakes his head in disappointment. "Can you believe them? We try to encourage one little innocent dirty wrestling match, than suddenly we are considered pigs."
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