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August 25th, 2020
Christine POV
My alarm beeped on me. But it didn't have to. I was already awake, and I had been for a while.
Another boring new school year.
This time, sophomore year. Freshman year was chaotic, learning about all the systems of high school.
I got up, and put on my school's uniform. I hate it, but at least it makes me not think about what I'm gonna wear.
I looked over at my poster for last year's school musical. It was Into the Woods. I wanted Cinderella, but of course I got step sister #1. I didn't even get a name. Then a
I wonder if that legend in the theater is going on. About the Phantom haunting the auditorium. Of course I don't believe in it, but some accidents do happen.
"Chris!" Meg barges in.
"Holy- what?" I ask her, recovering from the shock.
"Come look at this," she said.
I followed her across the hallway, down the stairs, and into the living room.
"Recently, resident Ashley Martian was found dead in her home. Signs of her being choked with a punjab lasso were found on her neck, and well as the word 'liar' being carved onto her skin." the lady who was covering the story announced.
On the TV I saw her. "That's the girl who saved my life." I said.
"I remember her. She looks different." she said.
No wonder he said that. Her makeup looks- let's say unique. And her clothes are ripped and torn up.
"No evidence of who did this was found, but it is known she worked in sexual activities for money." the reporter on the tv said.
Oh. That explains her clothes. But why would someone do this?
"Wow. That's too bad. Mom's at work. I'll text her about it. Christine, go on without me." Meg said to me.
I nodded, took my backpack, put on my shoes, and left the house.
I usually walk to school. We don't have a bus, so walking or driving were our only options.
I sighed, and entered the school.
I looked at my schedule. This is what it looked like:
Period 1: Math. Mrs. Lexington
Period 2: Dance. Ms. Giry (Meg's mom)
Break
Period 3: Gym (Mr. Miller)
Period 4: English (Mr. White)
LUNCH
Period 5: Drama. Mr. Andre
Period 6:Advanced Choir. Mr. Khan
"Dammit. I have Mr. White." I said.
"Awww. That's too bad. Butttt you did get into the Advanced Choir!" Meg said, feeling bad for me, and trying to cheer me up.
Mr. White was the worst. He treated me the most horribly out of everyone, but that was because of my mom. He wanted to date her or something, but she chose my dad. Now, he's taking it out on me.
"Well, see you at lunch." Meg told me, and then went into her classroom.
I crossed the hallway, then entered his classroom.
Right away you can feel the tension in the air. And I didn't like it. Mr. White stared at me.
"Miss. Daae. How pleasant it is to see you again. Please take a seat, and try not to disrupt anyone this year." he told me, rolling his eyes.
I sighed, and sat down at my desk.
The bell rang, and class began.
"Miss. Daae." Mr. White called on me, about 30 minutes later.
"Huh?" I said, surprised.
"If you were paying attention, you would know the answer to this. But I will give you a chance. What is this?" he asked me.
Well… he was right about one thing. I wasn't paying attention.
"Six?" I guessed.
"Miss. Daae, this is English." he said. "Since you clearly are bored with me, I will make you not be bored of my class. I want you to write a 500 word essay on death."
Death? Why the hell would he make me write about that? "Yes, sir." I sighed.
"Let that be a lesson to you. Class, please do not be like Miss. Daae." the rest of the kids laughed at his comment.
At last, class was over. I could finally rest, but I still have homework from him.
I picked up my bag, and went into the hallway.
It was finally lunch, and Drama class was next.
Of course, I was dreading drama class for one reason: Carlotta. She was in choir too, and she always got the solos, and the main parts. It annoyed me, but I knew one day that I would get the role I wanted. I just had to wait patiently in order to get it.
At lunch, I saw Carlotta. I groaned, and Meg turned to talk to me. "I know you hate her." she said, "but you have to remember, you're much more talented than her. She only gets the lead roles since her dad's the principal."
"I know, but still!" I complained.
"Just wait. Someday. Maybe your angel of music will come talk to you." she joked.
I got up, threw my food away, and went to the bathroom.
I cried for about maybe 10 minutes. I knew she didn't mean to offend me, but I still hadn't recovered from my mother's death yet.
Stop it Christine! Grow up.
I knew I had to move on, but how?
Then I realized, I'm a singer. I can sing something… but what? Not something from Phantom, maybe something else that brought me happiness.
? POV
9 years since I died. Almost a decade, wondering amongst the sewers. Of course, people can not see me unless I allow them to, but I still like it there. Sometimes, I wonder the school grounds and hallways, to see if I can find her.
I had eventually come to the conclusion that she had moved, or something else horrible happened.
That was, until I was in the bathroom.
The bathroom provides solitude for me, and it is my entrance to the sewers.
I saw this girl with curly brunette hair enter, crying. Poor thing, did she chip a nail? Pathetic.
I sit there, waiting for her to get out so I can get home, when I hear her voice echoing.
Green finch and linnet bird,
Nightingale, blackbird,
How is it you sing?
How can you jubilate,
Sitting in cages,
Never taking wing?
Outside the sky waits,
Beckoning, beckoning,
Just beyond the bars.
How can you remain,
Staring at the rain,
Maddened by the stars?
How is it you sing
Anything?
How is it you sing?
At that moment, my world stopped. I stared at her. Not only did her voice sound like an angel, she looked like an angel. At that moment I realized, this was the girl.
I waited for her to finish the song, but she never did.
I had to make my presence known to her, but how? It was a very idiotic way I came up with, but it worked.
Bravo, bravo,
Bravomissa.
She jumped, and looked around. "Who's there?" she asked.
Of course I didn't respond. I smirked, knowing she would be confused.
She ran out of the bathroom, and into the hallways. I could see she was very freaked out by that.
Her voice sounded almost like an angel! She had so much potential.
I just had to train her.
Christine POV
I ran outside into the hallways. I sighed, thinking I was safe. Little did I know, my singing made my whole life a lot worse.
