PrincessBlackRose

Leave or be condemned.                                                                                       I                                                                                                           stay

Outcast...                ...him....                          unwittingly broken...                                                 ...too fragile.

We'll make it through tonight Through this long and winding tunnel We'll defeat the night Crashing through time and space Until we find our place And the stars will be alight to guide us Hand in hand we run through the monsoon Hope for summertime in our eyes

Approximatly thriteen years later, Angel was walking home from a long, agonizing day at school with her best friend, Annalisa Giry.    "I hate Miss Dodds!!" exclaimed Annalisa. "She's always picking on me and giving me extra homework!!"     "Then don't talk back, do the homework she gives you, and then maybe, just maybe, she'll leave you alone!" replied Angel.      "Easy for you to say..." muttered Annalisa, just as they reached the Opera Populaire.      "Okay, well, bye!" Angel called to her friend as she ran up the stairs to her house, unlocked the door

Duck sighed. She was bored. This room was her daily existence, with its blue and gold walls and magnificent view, it really was lovely, she practiced ballet whenever she wanted, but she wished for something more. It was far, far away, or maybe it was close, but she could sense it, this new life that was calling to her. The one thing that stopped her? The dizzying drop. Her tower room was over 10 stories high! Of course, Drosselmeyer always came and went through the window, climbing up and down Duck's long orange braid. And somehow, he always managed to find her when the thought of escape--back to her old life, her old self--crossed her min