It Was Always Her

Chapter 1

~~~~~~PARIS, 1863~~~~~~

A powerful arm throws a little girl, about age 8 out onto the street. She lands in a snow pile, her curly blonde hair falling out of her cloak and swirling all around her face. Her green eyes wide and swirling with confusion and fear. She has a large scar on the left side of her face, running from her temple to her chin. A deformity, she was born with it.

Another smaller girl, about age 6 is tossed out next to her. She is gripping her worn, brown, teddy bear close to her chest, her chocolate brown curls form a shield around her face that blocks out everything but the teddy bear and herself.

"Get out of here and leave! We don't need you here!" A booming voice yells and slams the door to the place the girls use to call home. The little blonde girl stares up at the house and feels tears welling up in her eyes. She hears soft crying and looks over at her little sister. Yvette realizing she needed to be strong for her sister, stood up, and brushed the snow off herself. She reached down and grabs the younger girl's hand and pulled her out of the snow.

"Lets go Charlotte, we don't need them. When we're older, they'll be upset that they threw us out. We'll show them." The blonde girl says as the two sisters start walking down the dark, snow covered street in Paris, hand in hand.

"Yvette, I'm cold." Says Charlotte as she grips her teddy bear with all her might. Yvette tries to reassure her kid sister by squeezing her hand as they walk.

"Don't worry, we'll find some place warm to sleep for the night." Yvette tries to reassure her sister and herself by saying that.

~~~~~~Paris, 1881~~~~~~

Yvette, now 18, has grown into a very beautiful young lady. Her long, curly, blonde hair is loosely pinned out of her face and show off her large green eyes that shine like emeralds. Her skin is tan and is covered lightly with freckles. Her deformity still remains but she is able to hide it with her unruly hair. She sat on the ground holding an empty tin can. Charlotte was standing next to her sitting sister and she was singing a beautiful traditional french folk tune, trying to earn some money for them.

Charlotte had also grown up. She was now 16 and had insanely curly hair like her sister, but hers was a rich, chocolate brown color. Her eyes were the color of the sky on a cloudless day. So innocent and a mesmerizing pale blue color. Charlotte also had a dusting of freckles across her nose, and some on her cheeks. Her skin was so smooth, just like porcelain. Yvette was always jealous of her sister's angelic looks and voice.

A man walking by stopped and stood with the small crowd that listened to Charlotte's singing. He had a long black overcoat on, even though it was springtime and warm. He was also wearing a black top hat with bits of his brown hair poking out of the front and back of his hat. His dark brown eyes seemed to follow Charlotte's every little movement.

When she finished singing, the little crowd that gathered around her clapped and threw their spare change in Yvette's can. The strange man opened up his wallet and threw 50 francs into the can. The sister's eyes grew wide at the large sum of money the man had given them.

"Oh thank you so much monsieur!" Charlotte exclaimed and shook the man's hand over and over to show her thanks. He just chuckled, took Charlotte's right hand in his two larger hands and kissed the top of her hand. A pink blush spread across her cheeks.

"It was nothing much mademoiselle," he said with a smirk on his face "After all, I did get to hear an angel sing to me." Charlotte's face grew an even deeper shade of pink she giggled thanking the man. "Mademoiselle, you should come with me to the Opera Popular, I'm sure the managers would offer you a job."

Charlotte was shocked. Her? As a famous opera singer? That was more than she could wish for, but she barley knew this man. Who was he? " Monsieur that would be amazing! But I barley know you...I don't even know your name." She says as she looks down at her shoes.

"Oh forgive me for not introducing myself sooner, my name is Raoul de Chagny. I am a pat.." He wasn't able to finish his sentence when a rather shocked Yvette cut him off.

"The famous Opera Populaire Patron?" Yvette says standing with wide eyes.

Raoul chuckled, "Oui, I guess you could say that mademoiselle.."

"My name is Yvette." She says curtsying. "And that is my younger sister, Charlotte." Yvette said as Charlotte also curtsied.

"It is a pleasure to meet the both of you" Raoul says nodding his head to the both of them. "Would you both want to come with me to the Popular? I'm sure we could find a job there for two gorgeous and talented young ladies." Raoul looked at both of them eagerly. The sisters turned and looked at each other, both wanting desperately to have an actual place to live and work.

"We'll go!" They both exclaimed at the same time and giggled.

"Well splendid! I'll go fetch my carriage for us and we'll be off to the Opera house. Raoul walked off to get his horses for the sisters and him. As soon as he was out of ear shot, both sisters jumped up and down and hugged each other.

"Charlotte, you did it! This is the day we've been waiting for since we were little girls." Yvette and Charlotte both had huge smiles on their face, which was very rare for the two sisters.

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I hope you guys like this story!! I'm also not 100% sure if I know what I want the main point of the story to be, but I'll figure it out along the way ;). Comment and vote on it if you like it!!