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Hi! Anyone with a wattpad follow me and vote for both chapters of what if?

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Traduire   13 années depuis

My Series Of Bad #limerick There once was a cat from peru Who felt like eating a shoe It tasted so bad It mad the cat mad And the stench made him sneeze ACHOO

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Nice it's funny
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    What If? The Phantom Of The Opera Ch2 Part 2 Erik- I slowly crept out of the opera house. I threw on my hood and ran off into the night. I found shelter wherever I could, mostly in alleys. I managed to scrounge up enough money to have one meal a day. I knew that I couldn’t continue to live this way, but until I could find employment this would have suffice. Every night, I drempt about the last time I saw Christine, except instead of her leaving me to the mob of people after my blood, she turned and ran back to me and we walked away together, hand in hand. I woke up in a cold sweat. Shivering, I slipped my hands into my pockets. I felt something cold and as I grabbed it and held it up to my eyes I saw it was a ring. The ring. I felt the tears come again. I had tried to keep them hidden and stay strong, but right now there was no point. I let the grief overwhelm me as I dropped the ring. I never heard the footsteps. Before I could slip away into the night, I felt a little tug on my cape. I threw the hood of my cloak over my head so they couldn’t see my face. I turned around to find a little girl, not even 10, in a wheel chair staring at me. As I looked her over, I noticed a series of burns on her face, arms and legs. I saw her look over her shoulder and I caught a glimpse of her parents across the road. I tried to turn and run but she said, “Wait! Don’t go.” Slowly, she grabbed hold of the hood and pushed it back until she could see my face. I expected her to scream and call the constable to come and take me away, however, she just stood there looking me over. I looked at her scared, burned face and curly brown hair and it hit me like a rock. She looked exactly like Christine. I let all my fears drop as she opened my hand and put in a little pouch. I pulled it open and saw lots of coins. “Thank you mademoiselle.” I said. She looked at me and asked, “Were you hurt in the fire too? You know the one at the opera house?” She waited for a reply, but I just stood dumbfounded as she continued, “I see you staring. You are not the first. At the hospital, all of the other little boys and girls teased me and called me a monster.” I fought the urge to apologize for what I did to her. I made her just like me. She’ll never have a normal #life now and it was all my fault. She giggled, “I bet the phantom of the opera would like me now…now that I’m a monster like him. I bet he would like you too. Do you think that’s why he did it? To make people look like him. My brother died because of his burns…. Do you think he wanted to kill people?” “No. I don’t think he wanted to hurt anyone. I think I….I mean he was just misunderstood and he did things to get attention, but they spiraled out of control.” I said. “That’s what I think too.”Just like that, the little girl started to weep. “The doctors said that I would be in a wheel chair forever and that my face will always look like this. My parents are saying that they would rather send me to an orphanage than have to live with me because I’ll never find a husband when I’m older. Also, I asked them to pull me out of school so I don’t get teased and now my governess has to teach me at home.” I knew I couldn’t say anything, I knew I could comfort her, but anything else could give me away. “You know what, I think you are the prettiest girl I’ve ever met, and the toughest. When I got…. Burned in the fire…..I couldn’t even go to the hospital I was too ashamed.” Before I could say anything else I heard the little girls mother, “Clara! It’s time to go! O! Now who is this?” Clara replied, “This is my new friend….” “Erik.” I replied. “My name is Erik and I lived at the opera house before the fire and now I’m homeless. Your daughter was so kind as to give me some money. ” I thought to myself, Well that wasn’t lying, just avoiding the full truth. Clara’s mother said, ‘How dreadful! Come with us and we’ll give you some clean clothes, a good meal and a nice bed.” I tentatively arose and assisted Clara in maneuvering her chair back into the path. As we were walking away, she whispered, “Did you reallllly work at the opera house? I was going to go and train there, that’s why I was at the opera that night. Of course, that was before my….accident. Now I can't...” I felt my stomach churn. I had ruined this little girl’s hopes of becoming a singer by destroying the opera house, and crippling her in the process. Christine would have loved Clara to no end. They both had the same vibrant spirit. I looked back over my shoulder and saw the ring sparkling in the dirt. I kept on walking…

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      Something To Think About... Before you go to sleep heres something to think about...... Why is it the rich never give to anyone unless other wised forced to or they do for publicity. However, the poor help each other and support each other even though they barley have enough to help themselves.....why?

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      Whoops not barley barely
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      Wade Scanlan

      The poor have more of a heart. They've seen the roughest of times and they live it everyday. They know what others are going through and try to give everything they can. They truly care for everybody because they know how people are to be treated while the rich have never really known what it was like or has forgotten plus maybe it's not all for image maybe theats just how the poor see it. That's my though
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      Marlo Avidon

      Exactly what i was getting at....
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        What If? The Phantom Of The Opera Ch.2 Part 1 Christine-I woke up in a strange bed and was engulfed in a shower of embraces. “Where am I?” I asked. As my vision started to clear, I could see everyone from the opera house crowded around me. Raoul was standing next to me caressing my hand. Next to him were Meg and Madame Giry. Meg had a weird look on her face and kept one hand behind her back. Odd. All of the other dancers were there and even Carlotta was sulking in the back, her face puffy from crying. How peculiar? I thought to myself. I managed to prop myself up and discovered myself in the same robe I wore when…. I don’t even want to think about it anymore. Once again I inquired as to where I was. “You’re at the hospital. After the chandelier fell, the phantom of the opera took you hostage until Raoul came and rescued you.” Meg said. That was not how it happened at all! I was going to correct her, but I managed to hold my tongue. Meg continued,” You passed out after the horrible ordeal. You’ve been out for three days. Raoul hasn’t left your side the whole time!” I stared at Raoul and I noticed how disheveled he looked. He smiled coyly back at me. Normally, I would blush, but I don’t feel the same way about him that I used to. There were no butterflies in my stomach from seeing his perfect smile. I’m in love with someone else…”Is the Opera house still standing?” I Inquired. Raoul replied,“Look out the window and see for yourself.” I was surprised by his gruffness. However, I think he saw the expression on my face and gingerly assisted me out of bed and helped me stumble over to the window. I was devastated by what I saw. The building itself was still standing, however the doors were gone as well as the windows. There was a grey tint to everything due to the ash. I was devastated. I gasped and was surprised to find myself hugging Raoul close. I was sobbing. That was my only home I had known for years and years. I buried my face into Raoul’s Jacket. I wonder if my angel of music is down there still, in his labyrinth of night. He lifted my head up and wiped the tears from my eyes. He stroked my hair and said, “I understand how hard this must be for you. After the fire the found ten people dead, one of them was Piangi.” That was why Carlotta was crying. I couldn’t hear anymore. The tears came out again and I covered my ears. “no.no.no.NOOOOO!!!” I screamed. I was hysterical, shrieking and crying like a little girl. Raoul shooed everyone out of the room, but Meg stayed for an extra moment and I saw her slip something under my pillow before she pranced out of the room. Raoul scooped me up and layed me back on the bed whispering things in my ear and attempting to calm me down. Eventually I must have fallen asleep because I dreamt that my angel of music was holding my hand instead of Raoul…

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        Marlo Avidon

        Please excuse a spelling mistake here or there and just focus on the story itself. Dont get sidetracked by little things.
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        @poto_titanic_love amazing. I loved it. When's the next one?
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        Hopefully ill have one posted today
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          What If? The Phantom Of The Opera Ch.1 Christine- I couldn’t bear to look back. I knew that if I did I would see his face one last time and I would never ever be able to let go. “Christine, are you alright?” Raoul asked. “Yes…I’m fine. I guess I am just a little stunned after the whole ordeal” I couldn’t bear to say anymore. When we’d kissed, I guess it just felt… right. For a moment I was prepared to spend the rest of my #life with him, in the dark fortress under the ground. I forgot about all of the death and destruction that he had caused and all I could see was the beauty behind his grotesque face. I spared one final glance at the island just as I saw him disappear into the darkness. For a moment, our eyes met and I sensed the sorrow in his soul. Why did it have to end like this? I had never even learned his name! I vowed to myself that I would see him again. Make amends. I felt my knees buck as Raoul caught me and laid my down on the gondola. “Don’t worry my love. This will all be over soon and then it will be just you and I with the whole world ahead of us…” I knew he was still talking but I didn’t want to hear anymore. I didn’t want to spend the rest of my #life with Raoul, singing and putting on one big act. That wasn’t who I was anymore. I wasn’t innocent, sweet Christine Daae anymore. I just knew that Raoul was not the one that I loved…. Actually… I wasn’t sure what I wanted anymore… ​Erik- Why did I let her go? I knew if she had stayed she would have been unhappy but seeing at her with that mutt made me sick to my stomach! I couldn’t bear to look. Tears were pouring down my face. But I knew she wasn’t feeling the same. She had never loved me and she never would have loved me!. I am a monster, a fiend! I’ve never felt love or compassion from anyone… except for her. For that one moment, when we had kissed, I had felt truly wanted, dare I say it, even loved. Deep down though, I knew it was just a rouse. She was toying with my emotions. As I stared at them growing smaller into the distance, side by side my stomach churned. I don’t know what came over me… I remember coming to my sensed holding a candelabra with my entire home destroyed. I knew I couldn’t stay. There was no one that I could trust. I had razed the opera house, the only sanctuary I had had since my days with the gypsies. I could already hear the mob coming, looking for their precious songbird, my student. I recognized the voice of Christine’s friend Meg Giry, the daughter of the kind girl who had saved me from my despicable path and gave me a new hope. From the beginning, I had never meant to harm anyone (save for that brute Buquet, mocking me and scaring the young girls.) as the people drew closer, I knew I must flee for if the caught me, they would kill me. I vowed never to see Christine again for I knew she would only shatter my heart again. I left my mask on the table hoping that it would find its way to Christine. As I slinked into the night, she stared at me and in that fleeting glance, I knew I wouldn’t be able to let go…

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          This sounds amazing! Keep it up! I'm glad to see you on here.
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          Ooo good stuff this. Are you going to continue! 👍😉
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