The Same (A PotO Phan-fic)

Chapter 4

A/N: Heya again! Thank you guys forbreading my phan fic! I'm just gonna let you know I'll probably slow down posting since I will be in school on Monday. I'll be probably posting every other day like I have been. Thanks for understanding!
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.Layla.

Meg and I were happily walking around the Opera House and the feeling of being watched was no longer present. The blonde Ballerina showed me where the boxes were but stopped at a box with the number five on it.

"This box must be left empty." She whispered. "If the manager doesn't the Opera Ghost will get really angry!" She looked frightened from mentioning this Opera Ghost.

"Opera Ghost?" I cocked my head to the side.

"Yeah! You never heard about him have you?"

"Well I remember my butler, who used to work here, telling me how this place was haunted. I never really believed in such things." I shrugged. "But I'd love to hear more."

"I'm sure a lot of the other dancers will tell you stories of him tonight when you meet them." She took me back into the main lobby of the Opera Populair and smiled. "Want me to give you a tour of the shops around here?"

"Yes, that sounds' lovely." We quickly made our way outside and Meg made sure to show me all the beat places to shop and eat at. The aroma that Paris gave off was extraordinary, it made a grin form on my face. I felt at peace here; I almost forgot all the painful memories of back home. I inhaled and exhaled before turning towards Meg once more. "Is there a glove shop? Or a shop that sells them?"

"Hmm." She thought for a moment. "I do recall there being a shop that sells thing for Masquerades and they sell masks, hats, and gloves."

"Can you show me to that shop?" The blonde dancer nodded and led me around through a small crowd of people. She stopped in front of this small looking shop called 'Masques et Plus'which I can translate to 'Masks and More.'

"Would you like to buy something, Layla?" I nodded, knowing my one pair of gloves wasn't going to last. We walked into the shop and the old man behind the counter welcomed us with a big smile. Meg went and looked at masks while I looked over the gloves. There weren't a lot to choose from, just a few basic pairs and some fancy ones. I decided on a pair of plain white and plain black. I also decided on the pair of white fancy gloves just in case. I quickly made my way to the store keeper as well as Meg, but she wasn't planning on get anything.

"That'll be 20 Francs, mam." The older gentleman smiled as I handed him the correct amount before walking out of the shop and back to the Opera House.

"Layla, why do you need thay many pairs gloves?"

"Ah...uhm... I have a germ problem. Can't stand to have my hands dirty and what not." I lied. The Ballerina didn't look like she fully believed me but nodded.

"I understand." She smiled and we headed back to the Opera House. "I think all the girls are back in the dorm, we should get you introduced to them!" As we walked down the hall towards the dormitory, the feeling of being watched appeared once more. I glanced around but saw nothing but shadows. I inwardly sigh and shook my head.

'Man... It sure is creepy in here.' I say to myself. Just then, I could of sworn I saw something move. I shook my head once more and decided to keep looking ahead but that feeling of being watched never left.

We entered the room for Ballerina's and all chatter went dead; all eyes were on me. I smiled slightly as Meg began introducing me.

"Everyone, this is Layla Barrett and she will be dancing and living with us. Now don't be shy and make sure to introduce yourselves to her."

"Hello!" I smiled and waved. Everyone seemed to line up and introduce themselves to me, it almost made me laugh at how they just formed one line. After everyone introduced themselves and continued talking to each other, I headed towards my bed along with Meg. I could already tell the girls had small little groups of friends. I sat on my simple, twin sized bed along Meg and a girl with curly brown hair. If I remember correctly her name was Christine.

"Hello Layla." Her large, brown eyes sparkled at me.

"Oh hello, Christine was it?" I smiled back as she nodded.

"That's me! Mind if I ask where you're from? I'm not good with accents." She chuckled weakly.

"Dublin, Ireland." I wasn't uncomfortable with changing in front of my new friends but I knew I should ask. "You girls don't mind if I change?" Christine shook her head.

"No we don't. We practically quick change into almost nothing in front of each other during the performances. " i nodded at Megs words and quickly changed into my long night gown, still keeping my gloves on.

"Do you plan on sleeping in your handwear, Layla?" Christine giggled as I fidgeted at her question.

"She has a problem with germs Christine." Meg smiled and placed a hand on my shoulder. Christine simply nodded. One of the other girls with shoulder length black and hair and dark brown eyes walked over to us; I could tell she was one of popular ones here, her name was Justine. Mischief shown her eyes and smirk glided on to her face.

"Hello Layla." She placed her hand on her hip. "Ever heard of the Phantom?"

"Only a few words of him." I shrugged.

"Are you not scared? You should be! He will kill you! Or hurt you! Half his face his hidden, his skin is like yellow parchment, and his weapon of choice is a magical lasso!"

"I think you have been listening Buquets stories a little too much" A girl with rather long, straighr brown hair chuckled. Her name was Claire. "Madame Giry will scold us for talking about him."

"But it is true! I herd he has even kidnapped before." The redheaded girl next to Claire looked around in fear.

"It's alright, he won't hurt you, Jasmine." Clair tried comforting. "Justine stop trying to scare the new girl."

"Ladies, time for you to go to sleep." Madame Giry ordered through the door. Everyoe except Meg, Christine, and I groaned but complied.

"Good night Layla, Good night Meg." Christine stood up and walked over to her bed.

"Good night Christine!" Both Meg and I smiled and laid down in our beds. The light sources in the room dimmed to darkness as I let sleep take over me.

A/N: Sorry this one is so long and it took long to post! This was kind of a filler so I hope you guys dont mind.