Past the point of no return-no back ward glances:
The games we've played till now are at an end…
Past all thought of "if" or "when"- no use resisting
Abandon thought and let the dream descend…
-BEEP—BEEP—BEEP—BEEP—BEEP—BEEP—BEEP—BEEP—BEEP-
Christine walked over to the alarm clock and smacked it. It wouldn't turn of.
"Meg! It won't turn off! WHY?" she yelled as she shook it.
Meg rubbed her eyes and laughed, "Christine, it's the first day of school! Wait-did I just say that with a happy tone?" she then covered her head with the pillow to drown out the sound of the buzzing.
"Girls!" came the shrill voice of a French woman, "Git oot of bed zis instant! I don't want you to be late on ze first day of school!"
Christine finally managed to turn off the alarm clock after severe damage to her brain and to her hands. She threw open the dresser drawer and grabbed a pair of knee length green shorts and a black tank top.
"Meg, you gonna get ready or what?" she said as she grabbed her blank staff paper and a pen.
"Tell my mom I'll be down for breakfast in a few minutes," the reply came from under a pillow.
Christine rushed up the stairs into the kitchen and sat down at the table. Meg came up just seconds after her, hair pulled back into half a pony tail and wearing a lavender skirt with a white tee. Of course, she was wearing ballet flats with this outfit.
"What would you girls like to drink?" Meg's mother, Ms. Giry asked.
"Apple juice," said Meg as she picked up the newspaper.
"Lemonade please," Christine said as she took a big bite of her toast while scanning over some sheet music.
"What are you looking at Chrissy?" Ms. Giry asked as she brought over the drinks.
"She's going to audition for the Lady's Choir at school today," Meg said.
"Is she? Well, the best of luck to you Chrissy," Ms.Giry looked at the clock, "Girls, go and brush your teeth otherwise we'll be late!"
Christine set the music down and followed Meg to the bathroom.
"Why is she so concerned about being late, it's only 6:45am,"
"Mum is one of the drama teachers, remember? Along with Mr. Leroux our old music teacher," Meg said through a mouthful of toothpaste.
Christine nodded as she gargled water and spat. They heard the honk of a horn as they grabbed their backpacks (more like messenger bags in my mind) and ran to the car. The CD player blast out with Andrew Lloyd Webber's: Cats.
When they got to school, Meg took Christine to the office to get her schedule. Christine had just moved in from the country after loosing her father and mother in a car wreck. Ms. Giry was her godmother, so now, she was in charge.
"We need Christine Daaé's schedule please," Meg said to the receptionist.
Christine was looking around as the woman was printing it out. A boy in a hoodie bumped into her. He looked out from an angle with green eyes and then ran off.
Meg handed Christine her schedule and took her to her locker.
"Christine?...ChRiStInE! Can you hear me?" Meg snapped her fingers in front of her eyes, "You haven't talked since we left the office. What's bugging you?"
"…there was a boy…" she muttered as she opened her locker.
Meg smiled slyly, "A boy," she started to imitate her grandmother, "Now Christine, I don't want you prancing around with some hooligan who stole my wig now, ya hear?"
Christine chuckled, then looked inside her locker.
"…Meg,"
"Yea?"
"….why is there stuff in my locker already?"
"You have a locker partner," Meg peered in, "And by the looks of it, you have a guy for a partner, lucky little-" Meg stopped as she noticed that someone was standing behind her.
"Excuse me, but, why are you foraging through my locker? Are you badgers or something?"
Christine turned around. It's him… she thought.
"I…um…that is….uh…." she stammered.
He looked at her, "No…..you….can't…." he slammed his fist against the locker door while muttering profane things about the school system not being able to afford more.
"Sorry, I'll just take up this teensy weensy little corner up here, is that okay?" Christine said as she shoved her empty pack up on the top shelf.
The boy nodded and dumped his black backpack out. Piles and piles of handwritten sheet music came flying out. He quickly grabbed all of it and shoved it back in the backpack.
"You done in here?" he asked.
Christine nodded as he shut the door and ran down the stairs.
"Man, talk about rude," Meg said. She glanced at her watch, then at Christine's schedule, "Shit! If we don't hurry, we're gonna be late to Earth and Space Science," she grabbed Christine by the hand and ran into the second building.
Christine couldn't help thinking about the boy. She would find out his name.
Well, that was it...did you like the first chapter? Well, probably not cries I'M TRYING! mutters about failing math ; So, please Read and Review! It will get better, I promise!