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Dear Diary,
Madame Nicole handed me a cloth covered bundle just as I started up the stone steps, to my bedroom. I opened it once I had lit a candle, and was underneath my thin quilt. Inside, was this book. Bound in black leather, with a good amount of cream colored pages, I nearly choked with gratitude and excitement. A journal of my own!
I shall describe myself as best as I can. I don't often see myself in a full-length mirror; only on the rare occasions that I clean one of the practice halls, or a dressing room.
My name is Antionette, and I am sixteen years old. I have long dark brown hair that hangs, when unbraided, to my waist. I have silvery gray eyes. I am not very tall; when Collette measured me last week, I was only 5' 3".
When I first came here, many said that I was too small to help Madame Nicole. But we proved them wrong! You see, I help Madame Nicole clean the Opera Populaire. I cannot sing, and I am not tall and graceful like the dancers. But being in the shadows has advantages. Because very few pay attention to me, they speak without worrying what I will hear.
Aw, dear diary, I have heard so many tales! Star-crossed lovers, ghosts, happily-ever-after stories of princesses in far away lands, I have heard them all. The first week I was here, when I was a mere nine years old, I heard a story that gave me the most horrible nightmares. It was about the ghosts that haunt the nearby graveyard here in Paris.
I think my favorite tale is that of a phantom. They say he dresses in black attire, and wears a white mask. That his voice is deep and enchanting, in a dark way.
But I will say more of the tomorrow night. It grows late, and I must awaken with the sun.
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Sooooo...how was it? Please review!
Becca