A/N: Alright you convinced me. I will try to make this chapter longer. Fun Fact in my story: Christine's birthday is on September 25. Please review and tell me what you want Erik to look like. Example: Leroux/Kay: as in his whole face deformed or Webber: half his face deformed. Enjoy!

Chapter 3

Christine could see many tents in the distance with smoke rising from the camp fires. From what Christine could hear, there were many people at the fair today. As Christine and her father neared the tents, her father took out his pocket watch. He mumbled, "fifteen past eight". He closed the pocket watch cover, with a "click". "Okay, Christine." he said while Christine pulled impatiently at his sleeve. She was literally dragging her father to a booth.

"Father, may we try this one?" she asked excitedly.

"I don't see why not." he said happily.

"Come now, I don't have all day for you to pay me, sir." the man at the booth said impolitely. Christine's father eyed the man coldly. Christine didn't seem to notice or even care. Her father paid the man his money. The man took it greedily and started to count the money. When the man was finished making sure the money was the exact amount, he placed four red, tangerine sized balls on the table. Christine took one in her hands.

"The object of this game, is to try and toss the ball into the cans that are blue and not the cans that are yellow." her father said. He took her arm that had the ball in it. "Now, Christine, when I count to three, you release the ball." Christine nodded her head, showing that she understood. "Okay, are you ready?" he asked. Again she nodded her head. Christine's tongue was sticking out of her mouth in complete concentration. "One..." he swung her hand back in forth, gently, every time he said a number. "Two..., three..." Christine let go of the ball at three.

The ball made a satisfying "clunk" in the blue, tin can. Christine looked at her father saying happily, "We did it! We got one in!" Her father smiled at her. "How many balls do we have to get into the blue can to win a prize, Father?"

"Just two more, angel." he said. "We will do the same thing that we tried last time, to get it in. That seems to be working." He took hold of her arm again. "One..., two..., three..." they both said together. The ball dropped into the yellow tin can.

"Oh no" she said with disappointment written all over her face.

"Do not worry, Christine. We still have two more tries. If we lose, it doesn't matter. We didn't walk way empty handed. We both are having fun." he said calmly.

She looked up at him, now with a smile on her face. "You are right, Father, we are having fun."

He took her hand again after she picked up the plastic red ball. They both counted to three. Christine released the ball and it fell into the blue can. "One more, Father." Christine said happily. "Father, I would like to do it on my own, if you don't mind."

"Not at all." he said. "Go ahead"

Christine took the ball into her hands and started to swing her arm back and forth for momentum and a sure aim. She let go of the ball. She watched as the ball was headed towards a yellow can. She gasped. The ball bounced off the rim of the yellow can and onto the rim of a blue can. Christine, her father, and the man running the booth, were all looking at the ball. The ball rolled on the rim of the blue can a few time until it hit the bottom of the can.

Christine let out a sigh of relief as her father pulled her into a warm hug. "I knew you could do it, Christine! I just new it!" he said while laughing. Christine giggled.

The man behind the counter had a look of disappointment, for they were going to get a prize. 'It's been a long time since anyone has ever won this game. I thought for sure they would not win.' the man thought. "Come pick your prize and be off.." he said moodily. He took out a box from under the table and gestured to take one of the items instide.

Christine looked at a bunch of little trinkets. There was a small stuffed bear that looked worn out, with it's button nose hanging on by a thread. Next to it there was a wooden spinning top, that had some of it's purple paint chipped off. She move over the stuffed bear and found a black ribbon. She picked it up and showed it to her father. "I picked this one because now I can wear it to remind me of this day." she said thoughtfully.

"Good choice." he said smiling.

Christine took the black ribbon and used it to tie her, silky brown, hair up. "You look beautiful, Christine." he said. "As always." he added quickly. Christine gave him a big smile and said "Thank you, Father."

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Christine and her father walked around the tents, looking at different games. A tall man came up from behind them. "Gustav DaaƩ, is that you?" Christine's father turned around to look at the man. The man barked a laugh. "It is you, my boy!"

Christine's father smiled at him. "Hello, Benard."

"When are you two going to leave Sweden and come over to France?" Benard asked.

"Next week, in fact." he said. "I think we will stay there permanently."

Christine was quite bored of this conversation. Her mind wandered to what France would be like. She snapped out of her thoughts when she herd people screaming. Christine looked around searching for where it had come from. She saw some women with their children leaving a tent. Their eyes filled with fear. Christine looked up at her father and Benard. They were both talking to each other, deep in conversation. 'They probably didn't hear the screams.' Christine thought. She left her father's side to find out what the commotion was all about. Now everyone was coming out of the tent. She waited for some of the lights in the tent to go out, and for the last people to walk out. She then peeked her head into the tent.

A/N: Remember to review. I want to know how you want Erik to look. His whole face deformed or half.

I would like to say thank you to everyone who reviewed. Every time a good review is sent to me, I smile. It is one of the best feelings. .

It might be a while till I post up a new chapter. I'm tring to work on another story and finish some school projects. Ugg...school. --