A/N: I know this chapter and the last chapter are really short, but they will get bigger if I choose to keep going. Remember to review! . This story will be rated higher and higher as the story starts to unfold. I will change the ratings when I feel it has to be done. Right now it's rated K. By the end of the story I plan for it to reach an M rating.
Chapter 2
He lead Christine over to a park bench. They both settled themselves next to each other. Christine opened the bag.
"Father, would you please split them in half? I would like a bit of each." he smiled and then nodded to her. "Give me the smaller pieces of each, I want to save them for later."
He cut them in half, doing as Christine asked, by giving her the smaller pieces.
"Thank you, father." she said.
She ate her portion slowly, savoring the sweet treat.
"You know, you have a sweet tooth just like your mother." he said smiling.
"Father? Tell me again. What was mommy like?" Christine asked, for her mother died while giving birth to her.
He looked at her for a while and said, "She looked very much like you do, angel. You have her dark brown, curly hair. She had dark blue eyes unlike you." he said while looking into her brown eyes. "You have her honesty, curiosity, and kindness."
"Was she beautiful?" Christine asked.
"Yes, she was very beautiful. She was as beautiful as you." he said while pushing one of her stray brown, curl away form her face.
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They decided to walk around the park before they went home. As Christine was walking, she found a half torn piece of paper float towards her. She picked it up. "Father," she said, "does this say there is a fair in our town?" She handed the paper to her father.
"Yes, it does." he said while reading the paper that read: "Come to the best traveling fair in the world. Come to eat, play games, and see the-" the rest of the words where ripped out of the paper. He noticed that the fair was only two blocks from their house. "Tell you what, Christine, why don't we go to this traveling fair? We can play some of the games there."
"Really?" she asked, surprised that she was yet being treated to something else today. He nodded at her. She smiled at him as they walked towards the fair.
'This is one of my best birthdays.' thought Christine.
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Little did they know, that the last part of the paper read: "Come see the Living Corpse"
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A/N: If you wanted to know, which you will find out in the next chapters, Christine can speak French fluently.
I would like to dedicate this story to all my friends in school and family who had to put up with my Phantom obsession.
To Ashley, who put up with my Gerard Butler and Phantom obsession. And I am sorry to admit it, but I'm still jealous that you got to see the play in Broadway. :( Oh, well. I still love you like a sister..
To Izzy V, who I had (almost) forced you to read the original Phantom of the Opera. Even though we met this August (I think), you already have put up will a lot of my obsessions. I love you like a sister too. And I thank you for introducing me to fan fiction. Without you I would have never posted this story. Love you like a sister.
To Nicole, who helped me with my first Fan Fiction. Thanks sis.
To Kim, who shared my disgust for Raoul. Raoul, what a gay ass! Long blond hair that is perfectly straight ... shudder. . I just can't stand it on a boy.
PS: To all my readers, I just wanted to inform you that I am a pretty shity speller. If someone told me, "If you don't spell this word the right way, you'll die." ...I would already be dead. You see, in my old school, they stopped the spelling tests at grade 3. You can thank them. You're all lucky that I can spell words such as: "dog", "see Jane run", "don't stick that pig in your mouth, it's dirty", etc...
If you have an older brother that wants to go on the computer (compooper), you know what if feels like to be rushed and beaten to a pulp if you don't get off in time.
I am so sorry that I messed up the first 2 chapters. I'm going to fix them. Thank you for your time in reading this whole thing. I hope that it never happens again.
