Beauty and the Beast (Chapter 1)
(Okay, so this is my version of beauty and the beast. Itâs nothing serious, just for fun but this is mine, so please donât take it from me, I had enough bad experiences like that. Sorry for the mistakes, English isnât my first language)
It was a Sunny day down in Mountain Valley. The small town was as busy as usual. Some people were at work, while some others at home and the lucky ones were enjoying themselves with friends. This was a Saturday, that means that school was off for the weekend. Belle was walking in the streets towards the library. She didnât like to drive. Even tough she had her driver licence, she was really bad at it. She didnât mind walking, it was a good way to think, just a little bit of music in her ears and she was ready to go. Maybe youâre asking yourself why Belle, a 17 year-old teenage girl, was alone on a beautiful Saturday like this. Well, the answer is quite simple, Belle had no friends. I bet my hat that youâre now asking yourself why. Belle was weird. Not in a bad way, no, she just wasnât like the other teenagers. She likes to read and teenagers of this town didnât like it at all, they found it ânerdyâ. What the heck does that mean? You canât even read anymore without being judge for it? It wasnât the only thing. Belle was attractive, not in the same kind of way as the head cheerleader, but more like a natural and nice kind of way. Her beauty was pure, she didnât need to wear makeup or dress provocative to attract the eye of boys. So girls made sure that every single person in town thought badly of her. Letâs say that her family didnât quite help. Her mother was killed when she was 3, nobody ever knew what happened to her but everybody suspected Belleâs father who was weird. He was a writer, you see. A free mind. And letâs remember that nobody liked someone different.
As I was previously saying, Belle was walking in the streets, music in her ears, towards the library. People who saw her pass whispered behind her back: âsheâs so beautiful, what a waste.â âIsnât she weird, look at what sheâs wearing! Weâre not in the fifties anymore.â
Yes, she was an old school girl. She loves the fashioned style of the 20th century. Her wardrobe was amazing, but of course she was different so no one liked her wardrobe. Look at me, here I am defending her, Iâm supposed to be objective here.
She finally reached the library. she entered and instantly greeted the librarian.
âHello Mr. Petierse.â She said with her sweet voice. âWhat a nice day.â
âIsabelle! I wondered when I would see you again.â He answered getting out of behind the counter. He was the only person in town who didnât considered her as an illness.
âSorry, I have been busy. I finished the last book you lend me at least one week ago but I didnât have time to come back.â She took a old book from her bag and hand it to him. âI was wondering if you had anything knewâ she added walking around in this little store.
âWell, not yet! You have practically read everything I have.â He responded with a shocked smile. âHow do you do this reading so fast?â She shrugged and offered him a sincere smile.
âItâs okay, Iâll take this one!â She took one from the shelf right next to her.
âAgain?â She nodded a few times.
âItâs one of my favorite.â The librarian stared at her while thinking.
âYou know what? Keep itâ She open her eyes, you could see the surprise in her eyes.
âWhat? No I canât-â
âI insistâ he cut her off. âYou deserve a little help from a friend.â She felt so grateful at that moment, not because he offered her some book but because he actually cared about her. He even called himself her friend.
âThank you. Reallyâ He said that it wasnât a problem. She waved him goodbye and left the library.
While walking towards her house, she started reading again. People almost run into her because she wasnât looking. You could hear them calling her ârudeâ but it was just a pretext to be mean. Well, still she could have looked where she was going.
Right across the street, a bunch of teenagers were good out of the theater. They were laughing and having fun. One of them, some stupid guy named Gaston spotted the young lady. He was struck by her beauty just as usual. Every time he saw her, he felt strange: his heartbeat was faster, he couldnât breathe normally and his mind was all over her. His friends continued to laugh and talk together, not one of them notice her. Gastonâs best friend, a guy that every one called LeFou (nobody knew heâs real name), came to him shaking his head.
âGastonâ he called with a questioning look. âGaston?â
âHuh?â Responded Gaston half-here.
âYouâre doing it again?â This time Gaston turned his head to LeFou.
âDoing what?â He asked smirking.
âStaring at this creep.â He said with disgust.
âWatch yourself. Donât call her that, sheâs beautiful.â He clenched his teeth at Lefou.
âThatâs the only thing you like about her. Her beauty. What a big deal. You donât even know her.â LeFou tried to reason him in vain.
âI wanna know her.â He added.
âYou canât be serious.â A girly voice echoed behind them and they both turned their head towards the voice. It belonged to Christine, the head cheerleader who made sure everyone hated Belle. âSheâs awful.â She walked to Gaston and put her hands on his muscular arms. She caressed him sensually and offered him a smile. âDonât you want to be with someone who actually deserves you?â
âI hope you donât mean you.â He answered. He pushed her off him. She watched him with such anger that she could have killed him with just her look. She went off running with her minions just behind her.
âOuch, that must have hurt her feelings.â Added LeFou. Gaston shrugged without breaking eye contact with Belleâs body. She was walking home and getting away from him every second they waste by talking.
âListen LeFou, I know you donât agree with my attraction for this girlâ he said pointing at her with his finger. âBut I want that girl.â LeFou stared at him for a few seconds and then nodded.
âOkay, then Iâll help you get her.â
âBelle will be mine.â Gaston assured. âBy the end of the week sheâll be my girlfriend.â
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