To Save You I Will Die (Phantom Of The Opera x Oc)

Chapter 6: Stranger Than You Dreamt It

Making my way down, I had bumped into Meg, who seemed to be looking for me. Her beautiful hazel, clear eyes looked at me and brightened.

I smiled, "Meg, what are you doing here?" I looked at her from the top of the stairs, knowing I probably looked messy.

"I was coming to get you," she says. Meg stood below me as messy as I was. However, she glowed from her messiness.

I went down the stairs and lent out my arm for her to hold. She looked and smiled, happy to grab my arm. Her arms squeeze my own, and we make our way to the dining hall once more.

She reminded me somewhat of Chrissy when we would go out on picnics. Sadly most of them were interrupted by Raul and his ugly face.

I scrunched my face up, bittered by an inability to spend much alone time with her. Which was even more perfect was Christine was so heartbroken that Raul had not kept in touch.

Meg noticed this and slightly my arm to question.

Looking at her, all my ailments had fallen from my face. It was like a cleansing bath that had washed over me.

Speaking of a bath, I needed one badly after this.

Making our way to the dining hall, I found empty spots. The ballerinas looked up and were excited to see me.

It was nice to be part of a group. In my younger years, I would often envy people who had friends to go to at lunch. I was often excused from lunch by my parents to practice the piano, which caused me to miss many moments like this.

After grabbing bread and some soup, I went over to the table with Meg. They began to talk about their practice and how tired they were from Madame Giry's practice.

"How was your first day," one of the older ballerinas asked. Everyone now stared at me or had the ears toward my direction to hear me.

I put down my soup, looking at them. "It wasn't so bad except." I lean towards the table, almost whispering. "Except for how messy it was."

The girls all laughed and nodded at my statement.

"Last year, when we were doing A Midsummer Dream, I was stepping in absolute filth," her voice regarded disturbed shivering from the memory.
The other ballerinas agreed. "I went there, and there was a rat."

"Noo," some of the girl voices cried out.

Everyone's face went along with her own. I laughed at their funny faces, and they laughed with me.

"So how is Madame Branchet. I heard she was as bad as Madame Giry." She turned to Meg with an apologetic look. "No offense Meg."

Meg shook it off. "None taken, imagine being her daughter."

Everyone laughed at that statement.

After finishing my soup, I began to talk. "She seems really nice. Stern but nice." Their eyes were all on me, surprised about this statement. Also disappointed about the lack of gossip I had.

Why was it weird for her to be nice?

She has not hit me or really insult me, so to me, she was nice. Allowed me to actually sew and not just be a maid, which I don't mind. Work is work

As we finished our supper, the other girls went on their way to bed. At the same time, I went back to work.

Going up there, I see an amazing vest halfway made. Madame Branchet seemed to be finishing up.

"Are you leaving already, Madame Branchet," I said to her somewhat loud.

She jumped a bit. "Child ye scared me. Yes, ey will be leaving now. Do not touch the vest and most of all." She walked over with her cane and handed me a key with twine wrapped around. "Lock up when ye are done."