(Okay, quick note, everyone knows what Bell's house looks like, so Belle's house is also the same. I do change her appearence and as you already know, I changed Beasts as well. I will make notes like this, but if you have seen the movie, then you have the scene. Enjoy!!)

Belle came down her steps swinging her little basket around her small, fair seventeen year old body. Humming tunes of sweetness like the morning birds. Its such a little quiet town. She thought with a sigh. Everyday is just like the other, full of men, women and children. All waking up every morning to say-

"Bonjour!"A woman called to a man driving a horse carrage around town.

"Bonjour!" The man called back. There goes the baker, Belle grinned imagining her finger pointing innocently at the short, thick, red bearded man. He had the same bread and loaves he sold everyday. The poor town hasnt changed since Belle and her father, Maurice moved here one month ago.

"Good Morning Belle!" The baker turned to the fair lady setting down his tray.

"Good Morning Monsieur!" She smiled cheerfully.

"Where'ya off to?"

"The Bookshop, I just finished the most wondurfull story, about a beanstalk and and ogre-"

"Y'yeah, thats nice." The waved her off, then called for a lady to bring in a fine pastrie. "Hurry up!" Belle rolled her eyes, and continued to the bookstore. She passed by two older women who before where talking lively untill she passed.

"Look, there she goes." One woman whispered.

"She is strange no question." The other agreed. Belle walked on and saw the horse carrage getting ready to pass, she desided she would hop on to avoid the constant gossip.

"Hah! No denying she is a funny girl." One woman said to another as she passed. Belle quickly hopped on the back.

"Bonjour" The driver said to a woman at shop.

"Bojour." She said in a higher pitched accent. Though her appearence was that of a country gal. He asked how her family was. He drove on and Belle noticed some sillyness at one shop.

"Bon~~~jour" A young, fairly large breasted girl was flirting with a horny man.

"Good day." He grinned.

"How is your wife?" She mocked, perking up a his repulsive wife hit him over the head with a rolling pin. Lastly before the library came up, Belle saw a mother with literally a handfull of children, begging for six eggs. The snotty man replied she didnt have enough money. Belle thought to her self that there must be more to this pastoral life. She leaped off the carrage into the Book Store. The shop owner emeditly greeted her.

"Good morning, I came to return the book I barrowed." She handed the short man the small book.

"Finished already?" He chuckled.

"Oh, I couldnt put it down. Have you got anything new?"

He chuckled again, and placed the book in its rightfull spot. "Not since yesterday."

Darn, she thought. "Thats alright, I'll borrow" She climbed up the ladder, and spotted her all time favorite book. "this one." She handed it to the man. He put on his specs.

"That one? But'chuve read it twice." He laughed.

"But its my favorite! Far away places, daring sword fights, magic spells, a prince in disguise!" She sand holding her hands to her heart.

"Well, if you like it that much its yours-"He handed her the book, and walked her to the door.

"But sir?" She asked.

"I ensist." He assured her.

"Oh, thankyou! Thankyou very much!" She smiled, then went looking for the town fountain. Three older men gathered infront of the door, drooling at her beauty, yet questioning her personality. What people didnt seem to understand was that she is only seventeen. They supposed her life would be nothing but this avarage stuff, no adventures, or magic spells. Nothing like that.

She continued on reading her favorite parts of the book, ignoring once again everyone who was talking about her. She trained her self for an entire month to keep her nose in a book, rather than paying mind to everyone. She saw the fountain, filled with a harmeless flock of sheep. She sat down on its rim, and patted a sheep on its wooly head.

"Ahh, isnt this amazing, little sheep? This is my forite part because you see, he-" She pointed to a small illustration in the book, showing a man laying in the grass gazing at a lady. "is the prince, but she wont discover that its him until the third chapter." She sheep moved away as the shepherd was chasing after them. She got up and walked past another shop where a lady was trying wigs and hats.

"Well, its no wonder her name means beauty." The women rudly complemented.

"But behind that fair face, I am affraid she is rather odd." He nodded. She is nothing like the rest of us. Nearly everyone thought so, accept for her Father and one man. A "V" flock of ducks was passing over, and with a bang, one fell twirling to the ground.