Pen a Pal (Phantom of the Opera Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Christine finally finished her 'Pen-a-Pal' profile. It took forever! The site wanted to know everything from gender to what qualities one wished to find in a person to places she dreamed of visiting in the future, and so much more.

She decided to stick with it, though, no matter how impatient she was becoming. It was strange… The site gave her some feelings she wasn't used to having. Anticipation and hope. She hadn't felt so sure of something in a long time.

"Christine, come help bring in the groceries!" her mother yelled from the kitchen.

She logged off of the site and left her bedroom. I'll be back.

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If Christine thought it took forever to create her profile page, then Erik thought it took him at least twice as long as that.

He was so unsure of it all. He'd never had any experience in analyzing the good and interesting qualities about himself. All he knew was the mask and his music. But, he definitely couldn't include the mask in his profile, nor could he include his music. Both would reveal far too much.

This, to him, was just a way to sate his boredom, anyway. There was nothing more to it. He would email some random person and force himself to appear normal.

Wait, no…

A 'random' person was not what Erik wanted. He wanted to email someone with interests that related to his own. A 'random' person would, no doubt, only irritate him. He didn't want this activity to be a waste of time.

When his profile was complete, the site informed him that he could now search for individuals that he had things in common with.

In fact, there was a box to click that would enable the site's administrators to pick out people that were a good match.

His eyes scanned two words: 'Interested in…' Meaning, did he want to interact with men or women? Without a moment's hesitation, he clicked the box marked 'women'.

Then, he clicked the box that allowed the site the privilege of picking out women that met his criteria.

Hundreds of names filled the screen…

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Christine parked her car in the driveway and stepped inside the house as if it was her home, but that wasn't the case.

She entered quietly and looked at her watch. 10:30 am. She knew exactly where to go. With a smirk, she reached the stairs and ascended them slowly trying not to make a sound.

3rd door on the left… She wished to laugh deviously but kept it inside.

Christine made it to the anticipated doorway and grinned. Perfect.. Still sleeping..

So, with an extraordinary amount of energy, she ran, jumped on the bed, and let out a very loud scream.

"OHMYGOD!" Meg Giry yelled before falling out of the bed and quickly jumping to her feet. She looked around frantically until her eyes found Christine, who was lounging on her bed smiling. "Christine Dupree, you are crazy!" Her hands turned into fists.

Christine was very pleased with herself. Meg's current haphazard appearance caused her to laugh hysterically. It was such a different look for her, because she normally looked nothing less than perfect.

"You could have killed me!"

"Oh, please, Meg.." she said between laughs.

"Seriously! People have died… Haven't you ever heard the phrase, 'scared to death'?"