Beauty and the Beast

Little Village

I was walking through the village. When Gaston snatches my book out of my hand.

"Gaston, Give that back." I say trying to keep my cool.
"Why pretty girl?" He laughs.
"I said give me my book back." I repeated, starting to lose my patience.
"Fine." He snarled

He then through my book into a fire in the middle of the town. The book crumpled into ashes. I looked back at him, then gave him a death stare. He flexed his arms as if he were thinking "I'm such a hero, I saved Belle from the awful book!" Not in a million years would I marry a hideous guy like him. I honestly do not understand why these girls are drooling all over him. It's disgusting.

As I walked away I heard Gaston say "You will marry me Belle!" I rolled my eyes. If I were to marry a man. I want someone who would comfort me and enjoy my books. Not throw them into a fire and flirt with other women.
When I got home, Papa was in the basement experiencing with a new machine of his. Dust flew everywhere! This machine came ripping through the room. Papa came chasing after it. I started hysterically laughing.
"Belle dear, why are you laughing at me?"
"Papa you're always running after your contraptions!!"
"Well....yes. It's still in the works!"

I frowned. I remembered what Gaston had done.
"Belle, What's wrong?"
"It's Gaston."
"Oh, What did the boy do this time?"
"He threw my favorite book into the village fire!"
"I am sorry dear. Maybe someone has another copy you could borrow?"
"No papa. People in the village barely read. When I go to the library, all the books are on shelves. Not in people's homes."
"Well, don't lose hope. I'm sure you could find another book you love just as much!"
"Thanks Papa."

I got ready for bed. As I lay down and drift off to sleep. I dream about a prince, he has brown hair and is kind. I felt different while looking at him. I realized I was in love.

The next day, Belle was walking through a forest picking berries off bushes. The crisp air hit her cheeks as she smiled and hummed her favorite song. A symphony she had heard in the village. Every summer they have a festival. Full of Dancing, Singing, Painting, Baking. Basically an Art festival. She loved it, mainly the poetry though.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a voice. She groaned. It was none other than the famous Gaston himself.
"Belle? Belle where are you?"
She didn't answer. She just ignored him and continued to pick berries.
"Ah there you are my beautiful Fiancé!"
"What now?"
"Yes Belle! Haven't you heard? You're going to be the lucky girl!"
"Lucky girl for what?"
"My wife!"
"Uh no. I think you have the wrong girl. Who would want to be your wife."
"Well too bad. I've already made arrangements for us to wed! Then we can have six lovely children."
"WHAT?"
"What?"
"Six lovely children? Jeez, No one ever has six kids. The largest family has only three. Nice try."
"Belle. Wouldn't you want our kids to play by the fire. While you give me a massage?"
"I think you have the wrong girl. My child would be reading a fairytale while sitting on my lap by the fire."
"Oh Belle. You and books are so ridiculous."
"No, You and you're fantasies are ridiculous."
"You will find no one like me Belle! For I am the best husband there ever was."
"More like the worst husband there ever was."