A Trip Down Memory Lane

“Miss French, may I have a word, please?”

Belle looked up in surprise. She had been in disney High for about a week and she was beginning to get used to everything here. She had spent her first enjoyable evening at the Book Club meeting and it had been wonderful. Rapunzel, Hercules, Linguini, Ariel and John made very interesting leitura and debating companions, although Belle couldn’t help wonder if Ariel, who didn’t seem to have paid much attention to 1984, had another motive for attending the club. At any rate, it had been great to be in a place where others shared her deep passion...

    This is the part where I finally come into the story. First let me tell you 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 por 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 seguinte 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 you sleep well?”

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

“Oh? por that gypsy daemon?”

“No...by...something else.”

“Well, I am sorry to hear that.”

His tone was curt and stiff,...

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 minutos 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 assento 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 amor you, Belle,” Adam murmured, drawing her close.

Belle smiled again and reached up to brush back his hair. “And I amor 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...