Princess Beauty's Story

Belle Fontaine

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Some people use their imagination.

тнємє: Waltz of the Flowers by Tchaikovsky

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fαcє clαiм: Himari Takakura

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Belle was having another odd dream. In her dream, she walked aimlessly through empty castle halls, the echo of her feet tapping against the floor being the only sound present. She blinked softly and ran her hands across the walls and turned into an empty room. The bed was big and looked quite comfortable. Despite her loneliness and fear, she couldn't help but feel comfortable and at home in this gigantic castle. She took a step towards the curtains and opened them, revealing a perfect view (from the glass door that lead to a balcony) of the full moon. The moon was absolutely mesmerizing, but Belle was snapped out of her thoughts upon hearing a distant and horrifying roar of anger.

She spun around quickly and ran towards the door that she had previously entered from and shut it immediately, her heart racing and her ears ringing. While breathing quickly and heavily from her uncontrollable fear, she took steps towards the vanity that sat idly, the room lit up by the blinding light of the full moon. At first, the mirror was blurry and she couldn't make out her face at all, but after staring at her reflection for a few minutes, soon the reflection became less blurred and a face looked back at her that she didn't recognize. Belle blinked a few times and slowly ran her fingers across the mirror and along her features that weren't really hers.

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Belle's light gray eyes slowly opened at the elegant sound of a grandfather clock. Well, not exactly, it was a miniature version of a grandfather clock that was made by her father (a clockmaker) as an alarm clock. She brought it with her to Conte De Fee Academy as a reminder of her old life, one that she missed dearly. Belle had gone home over the break and spent time with her father and younger sister, pleased to see them again finally after quite a while. The sun shined through her room and she sat up to stretch out her limbs. She shut off her alarm clock and kicked off her blankets.

After Belle got dressed, she walked into the bathroom and washed her face, brushed her teeth, brushed her hair and then left the bathroom. She packed up her blue over the shoulder bag and put in her textbooks, notebook and a novel in quickly before making her way out into the hall, where many other familiar and unfamiliar students rushed around. Although Belle was known for being friendly and kind, she didn't normally go out of her way to talk to people she didn't know well unless she had to. She smiled at passing people and greeted those who greeted her, but quietly made her way past the odd glances and whispering. Belle knew who she was and what she was known for, her fairy tale character and how oddly similar they were, but simply kept to herself.

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The Wind gently blew against the fabric of curtains as they moved in tune to the breeze releasing stray rays of sunlight. The sunlight filtered down onto Gabriella as she moaned in her bed moving her arms to shield her eyes before sighing.

"Should have closed the window..." she grumbled with a yawn stretching her arms up high as she pulled herself from the comfort of her duvet.

It was the start of a new day.

Slipping her feet into some blue fluffy slippers Gabby shuffled along the hardwood flooring towards the ensuite bathroom. Bleary-eyed she began her morning routine, teeth, face wash, dragging a brush through her burly blonde hair calming its madness. Re-shuffling back into her bedroom Gabby paused for a moment as she took in the decor.

She hadn't been in the academy long, she was still growing used to the luxuries that she had been given at this school. Her bedroom was adorned with high-quality furniture, a dressing table sat beneath her window. Perfumes, makeup, and jewellery was carefully placed on the dressing table a matching stool tucked under. Across from the window was her four post bed against the wall, the bedding was Egyptian cotton the sheets a light blue with white flowers. Paintings hung around the room, they showed Gabby's past, the life she dreamt of from time to time. Everything that was within the room had been provided by the school, it was more than Gabby had ever had since she lost her mother.

It was strange to her, she had wanted to return the items to the school but they had already refused her attempt to do so. She was left with an incline to take down the paintings, they reminded her of her dreams, of her apparent past life.

They somewhat... frightened her.

SLAP

Her hands slapped her cheeks as she closed her eyes. "You can do this Gabby" she tried to give herself a pep talk. "Right, I should get ready or I'll be late" she nodded to herself heading towards the large vintage wardrobe in her room. Opening up the doors she pulled out her clean ironed uniform and quickly get dressed.

Straightening out a pleat in her skirt Gabby picked up her shoulder bag of notebooks and headed out of her room. Quietly she closed the door behind her almost tucking her shoulders in to try and make herself seem smaller. She wasn't used to this place yet, it was unnerving. Walking down the hall she clutched her shoulder bag closer as some other students began to emerge from their rooms. A few glanced her way curiously, causing Gabby to pick up her pace. She wanted to talk to them, but she just... she didn't know what to say!

Closing her eyes her heart fluttering Gabby walked without looking.

-BAM-

"Ah!" Gabby stepped back as she walked into someone, opening her eyes she saw it was the girl she had heard to be called 'Belle', she was apparently Beauty's reincarnation. "I-I'm Sorry, this is my f-fault S-sorry I-I'll watch where I-I'm going next time. S-Sorry!" Gabby quickly apologised, her voice stuttering from nerves. Dipping her head in a small bow Gabby clutched her bag tighter and didn't waste time in getting away from this awkward situation. Her feet moving for her she quickly rushed through the hallways and towards the front doors.

Reaching the doors leading outside onto the school grounds Gabby hesitated for a moment, she felt her heart flutter and her hand shake as she lifted it towards the door. Calmly, Gabby took a deep breath. "Just another day.." she released her breath and pushed open the door.

♫ Dream ♫

R ichie sat there, staring blankly at his piano, and continuously pressing the same key over, and over, and over again. Dark bags were hanging heavily under his eyes, showing clearly his lack of sleep. It's been nearly twenty-four hours since he last slept, and even then it was only an hour and a half of restless sleeping. Richie looked up at the clock hanging on the wall, it was time for him to get ready for school. His bedroom looked like something belonging to royalty, which he pretty much was.

On the walls hung large paintings of himself, of his past lives at least. A large wardrobe stood in front of the left wall, with several shelves built into the wall that served as a trophy case, holding the various awards he's gotten from his musical talent, and with ribbons hanging from the bottom shelf. Hanging on the wall in a glass case next to it was a golden violin, supposedly once belonging to his past life. Though he doesn't understand why he would have such a thing, the instrument made terrible music that not even he could make sound good. Cases of Richie's personal instruments also decorated the walls, all waiting for him to play them.

Richie stepped away from his piano, an old behemoth of a instrument that was said to have been played by his past self, well preserved, and still playing beautifully despite it's obvious age. It was his most prized possession, and in his personal opinion the best thing this school has ever given him. Richie passed his small desk, which was a cluster of sheet music spread out all over the desk's surface, with even a few sheets laying around the area near it. It was quite messy, surprising given the general up keep of his room.

Richie went into his private bathroom, brushing his teeth, washing his face, and other such hygiene procedures. Once done with that he changed out of his light blue pajama pants, and put on his usual school uniform. Once fully dressed Richie grabbed his backpack, and rummaged in it slightly until he pulled out a pair of headphones. He picked up his phone off his desk, and plugged in his headphones. He played a recording of one of his past playings, and then he was off to start his day.

As Richie walked the halls of the academy to his next class he did his best to ignore the glances he got from the other students, and their mumbling to one another. Despite have his earphones on, an music blasting in his ears he already knew what it was they were talking about. It was him, and what he had done. Richie kept his head down, and powered through, not giving anyone a second glance, and avoiding direct eye contact. Richie stopped for a moment, seeing some sort of altercation between Belle, and Gabby, with Gabby embarrassingly running out of the halls. Richie took in a deep gulp, he knew that he needed to get to class but as if he couldn't control his own legs he ended up following behind Gabby.

Richie hid around the corner, nervously watching Gabby. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest, his mouth dried up, and beats of sweat started rolling down his forehead. 'I gotta say something to her. No, she won't want to talk to me, not after what I did. She won't even want to see me. I gotta go before she sees me. I'll look like some kind of creepy stalker. Get to class. Get to class. Oh god did she see me?!' Richie's mind was racing as he tried to figure out what to do. Richie took in a big gulp as she opened the doors. His head was peeked around the corner, with an expression like a deer caught in headlights.

'Legs move! Mouth make words! Do something! Oh god, someone just kill me now!' Richie opened his mouth, as if he was about to say something but nothing came out. He gritted his teeth, and turned around without a word, and began his way towards class. 'Smooth.'