I am amazed at myself right now for fitting this chapter in today. It was so busy today. For all of you out there who were concerned about my grandma, thanks for your concern. She is doing much better. She came home yesterday from the hospital.

Yuck! I hate hospitals! They smell like death and shit. .
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Chapter 5

Christine immediately set out to look for her father. She hoped he was still talking to Benard and didn't noticed had she left him. He was not were she last saw him. She felt her heart start to race. 'Where is he?' she thought frantically. 'Oh God, please help me find him.' she prayed.

"Father!" she yelled. Many people in the crowd looked at her. A man walked up to her. He was poorly dressed with a beard that blearily touched his neck and had some teeth missing . The remanding teeth that he had were yellow and crooked.

"What's wrong little lady? You can't find your father?" he said mockingly. "Did you want him to read you a bed time story because I don't mind at all on filling in for him." His eyes looked at her hungrily. She ignored him.

She ran over to the next tent over. She saw her father. He looked just as frantic as she felt.

"Father!" she called.

He looked at her. "Christine!" He rushed over to her relieved. He bent down and hugged her close to him."

"Why did you wonder off alone? I know you know better than that Christine." he said angrily.

"I-." she said. But her father cut her off.

"We are going home." he said annoyed.

They walked home the rest of the way without a word.

When they arrived home, he quickly told her to get changed and go to bed. He also told her she was to remain in her room for the remainder of the day tomorrow.

She obeyed and went to her room. After she changed she climbed into her soft bed. She dared not ask him for a bedtime story, like she did every night before she went to bed.

Right before she fell asleep, she thought of the boy at the fair. She thought out what she was going to do the next day. She had to see him tomorrow, for the fair would be leaving the day after tomorrow. 'I told him that I would try my hardest to see him tomorrow, and that is just what I'll do, by any means necessary.' she thought.

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Christine woke the next morning, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

She dress and make her way downstairs for breakfast. "Where do you think you are going, Christine?" her father said in a strict tone.

"I'm coming down for breakfast, of course." she said.

"Oh no, you are going to stay in your room for the rest of the day." he said. She frowned at him.

"But, Father, I'm very hungry." she complained.

"I will bring your food upstairs." he said angrily.

Christine started to cry. 'Father never raised his voice at me before.'

"Christine" he siad in a softer tone. "You can not get away with everything. It is time you've learned your lesson. Now go upstairs and get dressed." he said.

Christine went upstairs tearfully. When she got to her room, she ran to her bed and sobbed into her pillow.

She heard the door creek open. She looked up and saw her father. He brought a tray in with her breakfast on it.

There was crispy bacon, sweet sausages, and tender ham. Her mouth began to water.

He left the room without a word. He felt guilty for doing this to her.

When he left the room, she sat up and walked over to her tray of food, she took the white cloth form her tray and took two of each meat and tied the cloth up for the boy. She then ate her half.

She quickly got dressed into a dark blue dress and tied the black ribbon in her hair, after she ate her breakfast. When she finished she picked up a book called "Irish Fairy Tails." She sat down on her bed, looking at the pictures.

She tried to amuse herself while waiting for nine o'clock. Lunch had passed as well as dinner. She ate all her lunch and dinner, except for her desert. She cut it in half like she did the day before, always giving him the bigger half.

She looked at the clock and it was quarter to nine. She thought she best get going if she wanted to be there by nine. She took her utensils and there white cloth full of food.

She put her hand on the door nob and turned the handle. Her heart sunk for it was locked. She looked at the window. 'There isn't much of a drop.' she thought. She opened the window and held the cloth in her mouth as she reached for the branch of the tree, that was right next to the house. She safely made it onto the branch. The window was still left open. She carefully climbed down the tree. Finally she reached the soft earth. She took the cloth out of her mouth and set out for the fair.

I'm sorry I made Christine's father like that, but I thought he needed to show more authority over Christine. Her father is trying to act like a father should with rules. Please R&R.

-Jessica-