A/N: Hey again. I know some of you are wondering exactly how old Christine and Erik are. Erik is about 12 and Christine is 8. I hope you like it.
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Also I was wondering anyone had a myspace.

Chapter 12

Christine and her father walked into the house.

"Dinner will be ready soon." he said.

"Okay, Father. I just have to do something." she said.

Christine went into her room and brushed her hair. She placed the brush back on her bedside table, then walked to the bathroom and washed her hands and face. With a sigh of feeling refreshed she turned back to her room.

'I better check on my friend.' she told herself with a smile. She opened the door a crack and peered in. The light from her room spilled into his room. She saw that he was asleep so she turned to leave when she realized he wasn't wairing the potato sack over his head. From what Christine could see, his right cheek that was covered in rather large bumps. The red bumpy flesh started from his nose and stopping to his ear.

Christine's hand covered her mouth to keep from gasping. She watched him for a while, rooted to the spot. Tears started to form in her eyes. She closed the door and ran to her bed. She laid down on her bed and started to sob into her pillow. 'That is what kept him from living a normal life.' she sobbed, if possible even harder, just from the thought of it. Her sorrow soon became anger.

"WHY!" Christine screamed into her pillow, tears still flowing from her eyes. "Why! He doesn't deserve a life like this! No one does!" her sobs making her body shake. Christine's tears slowed and soon came to a stop. She sat up in bed feeling a little dizzy. Wiping the tears away from her eyes she climbed out of bed and walked to her mirror and looked at it for a while, starring back at the sad little girl. She sniffled and headed downstairs for dinner, not caring that her eyes where all red and puffy.

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Christine sat down at the table and waited for her father to join her. He placed her dinner plate in front of her. She just stared down at her food and pocked it with her fork, in a pensive mood.

"What is wrong, Christine? I thought you liked beef." her father asked.

"I'm sorry, Father. I'm not hungry any more." she paused. "May I be excused?" she asked him.

"Yes. I will save your dinner for later." he called out to her as she made her way back to her room.

Christine laid herself on her bed once again and fell asleep instantly.

A/N: I think you all will love the next chapter. It is one of my favorite ideas in this story so far. I hope you love it just as much as I love it. . Sorry this chapter is short.

Erik's eyes are not mismatched like in the Leroux version. I hope you are not all mad at the way I described him. His deformity looks like the phantom from the 2004 movie minus the eye that sags a bit. It looks so unconformable. . I hope I don't get any hate reviews from this chapter. Oh yes and Erik doesn't have to wair a wig. He has natural black hair.

-Jess-