There is girl named Belle Porter who loves to read and dreams about adventure. She also likes to ride horses, archery, martial arts and dreams about joining the army. Everyone there thinks she is strange even her sister Jane Porter. One day that all...
(A/N): I'll continue writing about the other characters when I finish the story, because writing about makes me confused, if I write the story now it will make me less confused.
It will be like this - song/letter/book
Disclaimer(d/c) - I do not own any of the characters, maybe Belle Jacquelyn Porter and any of the songs
Jacquelyn's/Belle's POV
I've woken up bright and early getting ready to visit the market place. Putting on my clothes; a black sweater with gray sleeves, dark-brown skirt and black belt, a black long socks with holes, a pair of furry black boats and dark-blue bracers. I grabbed my axe and satchel; made my way to our horse stable.
There I found Philippe wide awake and happy to see me,
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"Bonjour Philippe," I greeted, opening the stable door, "do you want to come and help me today?"
We walked toward a little carriage just outside of the stables, I quickly attaching it to Philippe, before going back inside. Quietly, not to wake dad or Jane up, I grabbed my money that I earned through hard-work and the book that I borrowed and went back outside.
Climbing down the stairs of my house, I gestured Philippe to follow me. Slowly, we made our way to the village.
{Belle (Beauty And The Beast)}
[Me]:
Little town, it's a quiet village
Every day like the one before
Little town, full of little people
Waking up to say
I stopped walking waiting for the people to wake up and on cue...
[Villagers]:
Bonjour! Bonjour!
Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour!
As I walked past the baker I grabbed three bread rolls, before giving him the money and putting the bread in the wagon.
[Me]:
There goes the baker with his tray, like always
The same old bread and rolls to sell
Every morning just the same
Since the morning that we came
To this poor, provincial town
I kept walking on, as I grabbed some apples and carrots for Philippe and paying for them as well and putting them in a basket in the wagon. Grabbing my pencil and checklist, I crossed out the things that I have.
Bread, apples, carrots, return the book and get a new one, wood, paint, jam, soap and steel
