Beauty and The Beast
Chapter 15
*Belle's P.O.V*
All around light seeped through the windows. Dust floated around in the beams of light. In the middle of the room sat a big table with a lamp sitting right in the middle. A carpet sat underneath it, just big enough do you could pull chairs out and not ruin the wooden floor. Then you look up at the walls, shelves upon shelves covered the walls. Each shelve was covered with lines of books. Some were blan, brown, dusty, as if untouched. And some were brightly colored, all shades of red, these were still dusty, they looked more used. There were little wall lights in between shelves and a big glass chandelier hanging above the table, it reflected the light coming through the windows so it went in more directions, making more dust illuminated. "Like it?" Louis's voice echoed through the empty room.
"Like it? I love it"
"My dad loved to read, so he took down the wall to a guest bedroom and made into this. He spent his days here." he walked over to one of the shelves and pulled down a book. He blew on the cover , making dust illuminate in the sunlight. You could now see the dark green cover of the book, with gold letters saying Grims Fairytales. It was a big book, so it must be every fairytale. "Will you read to me?" He held the book out to me.
"Of coarse I can. But first. You have homework."
I had glanced up from my Social-studies book work to see Louis with concentrated. His eyebrows were scrunched together, forming skin to bunch I between, he also it the back of his pen. He whispered the problems out as he went along. His whispering was the only noise filing his room as he we did our work. The last thing he had to do, as did I, was Comm. Arts. What we had to do was read a passage and pick things out for whatever. He was whispering the passage, I was following along (he didn't know). When he got to a longish word he started to struggle. "Al-Alz-Alzheimar (al-zie-mar)"
"Alzheimer's" I corrected, this only made him angry with me.
He snapped "I know" we finished our homework in silence, aside from his whispering.
*Louis' P.O.V*
I lit up our fireplace and sat down next to Belle she had opened to the first page and began to read off the title Cinderella when little Lottie and Daisy came thumping down the stairs and over to us. "Can you read to us too!?" Daisy squealed.
"I don't care" She shrugged, making the girls smile.
"I call Louis lap!" Lottie shouted before attacking me.
"That's no fair" Daisy whined.
"Daisy I have a secret for you" Belle said, making Daisy come over to her. she whispered something to her, but I couldn't hear.
"REALLY?!" Belle nodded before opening her arms, so Daisy sat her self on her lap.
"Everyone ready?" She asked, as we all agreed she began to read. She had gotten through two and half stories (Cinderella, Alice and Wonderland, and Beauty and the Beast) before the twins fell asleep. I had carried Lottie up and Daisy had been Carried by Belle. She'd be the perfect mother
All around light seeped through the windows. Dust floated around in the beams of light. In the middle of the room sat a big table with a lamp sitting right in the middle. A carpet sat underneath it, just big enough do you could pull chairs out and not ruin the wooden floor. Then you look up at the walls, shelves upon shelves covered the walls. Each shelve was covered with lines of books. Some were blan, brown, dusty, as if untouched. And some were brightly colored, all shades of red, these were still dusty, they looked more used. There were little wall lights in between shelves and a big glass chandelier hanging above the table, it reflected the light coming through the windows so it went in more directions, making more dust illuminated. "Like it?" Louis's voice echoed through the empty room.
"Like it? I love it"
"My dad loved to read, so he took down the wall to a guest bedroom and made into this. He spent his days here." he walked over to one of the shelves and pulled down a book. He blew on the cover , making dust illuminate in the sunlight. You could now see the dark green cover of the book, with gold letters saying Grims Fairytales. It was a big book, so it must be every fairytale. "Will you read to me?" He held the book out to me.
"Of coarse I can. But first. You have homework."
I had glanced up from my Social-studies book work to see Louis with concentrated. His eyebrows were scrunched together, forming skin to bunch I between, he also it the back of his pen. He whispered the problems out as he went along. His whispering was the only noise filing his room as he we did our work. The last thing he had to do, as did I, was Comm. Arts. What we had to do was read a passage and pick things out for whatever. He was whispering the passage, I was following along (he didn't know). When he got to a longish word he started to struggle. "Al-Alz-Alzheimar (al-zie-mar)"
"Alzheimer's" I corrected, this only made him angry with me.
He snapped "I know" we finished our homework in silence, aside from his whispering.
*Louis' P.O.V*
I lit up our fireplace and sat down next to Belle she had opened to the first page and began to read off the title Cinderella when little Lottie and Daisy came thumping down the stairs and over to us. "Can you read to us too!?" Daisy squealed.
"I don't care" She shrugged, making the girls smile.
"I call Louis lap!" Lottie shouted before attacking me.
"That's no fair" Daisy whined.
"Daisy I have a secret for you" Belle said, making Daisy come over to her. she whispered something to her, but I couldn't hear.
"REALLY?!" Belle nodded before opening her arms, so Daisy sat her self on her lap.
"Everyone ready?" She asked, as we all agreed she began to read. She had gotten through two and half stories (Cinderella, Alice and Wonderland, and Beauty and the Beast) before the twins fell asleep. I had carried Lottie up and Daisy had been Carried by Belle. She'd be the perfect mother
Notes
Aweeeeeee, you guessed it. It was the library. What do you think?
Thank you!
4/4/14