You're my hero

    This is the part where I finally come into the story. First let me tell bạn something’s about me; I’m eighteen, I’m from Kentucky, moved to New England, I live on my own, I’m kind of a loner, and if I do say so myself I’m really smart. Oh yeah, and did I mention I’m a wizard with magical powers? I’m also pretty good with magic if I do say so myself. Anyway, I woke up and walked downstairs to get some breakfast. As I walked bởi the downstairs hallway, I saw three little kids asleep. The kids looked like they were 10-12 years old and for some reason were...

Belle didn’t want to have to face Frollo the tiếp theo morning, and she prayed silently that this would be one of those morning where she ate breakfast alone. Unfortunately, when she walked into the room, he was there, and she couldn’t bring herself to look at him as she slid into a seat.

“Did bạn sleep well?”

Belle started, unable to believe it. He was diễn xuất as if the trước đó night hadn’t happened at all. “My dreams were haunted,” she managed to stammer.

“Oh? bởi that gypsy daemon?”

“No...by...something else.”

“Well, I am sorry to hear that.”

His tone was curt and stiff,...

“But why can’t I go with you?” Belle asked.

The seven năm old wriggled her shoulders inside her slightly baggy grey tunic. It was a little chilly inside the Palace of Justice. Sarah smiled and put her hands on the child’s shoulders.

“Because the Captain won’t allow someone as small as bạn aboard the ship, Belle. When you’re older, maybe, but for now, bạn have to stay here.”

“You’ll be a good girl for Mr Frollo, won’t you?” added Clayton.

“Yes, Papa,” Belle replied, dutifully. Judge Claude Frollo didn’t really look like the type who’d take care of children, but...

Belle French looked around the large office room she had been brought to and gulped. This was her first time in a proper high school. She had spent most of her life in a provincial little town where the majority of her neighbours had been too poor to go to school. However, after a chance run-in with Maleficent, the Deputy Head of Disney High, her father had been able to waggle a scholarship for her. Now she was here none of it seemed real.

“Ah!” Ratcliffe, the headmaster of Disney High, walked into the room. “Belle French, isn’t it?”

“Yes, sir,” Belle stammered.

“No need to be...

The whole way home, Belle was quieter than usual; and even Lottie, who hadn’t known her as long as the others, noticed this. “You ok, honey?” she asked, ten phút into the bus ride. “You’re very quiet.”

Belle roused herself. “Just thinking about something, Lottie, that’s all.”

“Ooh, nothing bad, I hope.” Lottie gave her an encouraging smile. “It’d spoil a perfect day!”

Belle managed to return her smile. “No, I think I’m just a bit worn out, that’s all.”

“Is it any wonder?” Meg looked over the back of her ghế, chỗ ngồi at Belle. “After chasing around the beach...

Belle smiled, her head giddy and light as Adam whirled her closer on the dance floor. Her dress, the same she had worn to the school dance, rustled as her petticoats turned with her, and as Adam picked her up off her feet, she giggled.

“I tình yêu you, Belle,” Adam murmured, drawing her close.

Belle smiled again and reached up to brush back his hair. “And I tình yêu you, Adam.”

He bent to Kiss her...and then the doors suddenly flew open. The wind whipped the curtains, fluttering and snuffing the candle flames as lightning and thunder began to rage outside. Terrified, Belle clung to Adam and blinked...