Your Teacher (Phantom of the Opera Fanfiction)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Christine's POV

The next day was completely horrible. I longed to be at another voice lesson, but I was forced to wait. I never knew two days could feel so long and unbearable.

To make it worse, Carlotta just had to pick today to be the scum of the earth. Not that she wasn't all the time, but it was enunciated today.

I was in English minding my own business before the bell, and the little witch came to my desk and pushed my English book onto the floor!

"Oops," she sneered.

I sighed and reached for the book acting as if the snob hadn't purposefully thrown it to the ground. As Mom always says, Don't give in and take notice of her. That's exactly what she wants.

But, as I reached for the book, she kicked it further away and laughed. "You're such a dumb freak, Daae!"

I didn't say anything but inwardly cursed the ground she walked on.

"Loser," she added before walking away.

I got my book and heard Carlotta and her friends snickering, which made my cheeks feel hot from embarrassment.

The day continued in the same way. Carlotta would take any chance she could to insult me, and I just took it like a weakling.

Finally, and I mean finally,choir came- the class where I felt like I fit in. Meg smiled at me when I walked in, and that alone made me feel a bit happier.

I sat next to her. "Hey, Chrissy! How are ya?"

"I'm ok. Glad it's time for choir."

"Yeah, same here, because guess what?"

"What?"

"We're not singing today! We're watching a movie!"

For the first time in my whole life, I was pretty sad by that. Just one lesson with Erik had shown me how much I loved singing. "What are we watching?"

"'Beauty and the Beast'."

"Yay! That's my favorite Disney movie!"

"Really? Mine's 'Cinderella'." Just then, the bell rang and everybody sat down.

"Alright class, we're going to be watching a movie today. There will be absolutely no talking." She looked around the room aggressively to emphasize her statement. "Now, I will call some of you into my office during class, so be prepared. Also, there will be several students coming into the room. Disregard them. Is that clear?"

Mrs. Giry had a way with words, and we all yelled, "Yes, Mrs. Giry!"

The movie began, and Meg whispered, "Can I braid your hair, Chrissy?"

"Sure," I quietly replied. I was never one to turn down the opportunity for someone to play with my hair. It always felt so good. If I had to choose my best feature, I'd probably choose my long, curly brown hair. It never seemed to become frizzy or unmanageable. But, in my opinion, that was my only good feature. Over the years, I'd developed poor self esteem. How could anyone like themselves when they had someone like Carlotta insulting them constantly.

Mrs. Giry hadn't been lying. During the course of the class, probably more than thirty kids went into Mrs. Giry's office.

The movie was just getting to the cute snowball fight between Belle and the Beast when Mrs. Giry called my name.

Meg shrugged at my questioning eyes, so I stood and walked into her office. The bell was going to ring soon, so I assumed I was the last person on her list of names.