Modern Reverie

Chapter 2. Belle - More Than This Provincial Life

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Also for those who haven't caught on yet - don't worry if you haven't, I didn't really make it extremely obvious. In the modern world, the characters have different names. So Isabella is Belle, and Grayson is Gaston...etc. So I hope you all kinda get that!

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2. Belle.

According to the english note book placed on my desk before me, my name is Isabella Coakley, I'm Seventeen, I'm in my final year of school and I live in Golden Cove, which is a small but prosperous resort town. 

I'm going to have to read up on this place, it sounds like there'll be some great places to explore.

Despite my bookworm ways, I have a passion for exploring...I'd love to examine the great world around me, go tramping or something, swim under vast waterfalls, run through meadows...

"Isabella!"

I blink a few times and straighten up in my seat, to find my teacher and the rest of the class staring at me. I must've been daydreaming...whoops.

"Pardon?" I reply, squinting at the female teacher who just said my name...I don't even know what her name is.

"I just asked you a question. What are your thoughts on the portrayal of women in Shakespeare plays?"

"Uhm..." I search my brain for an articulate answer, but right now, I don't have a clue. I guess I'm going to have to read some of this Shakespeare guys work too. I've got a long night ahead.

The teacher sighs, "Never mind, it's the start of the year so I'm sure everyone is a bit fuzzy from their long summer break. Let's move on!"

I sigh in relief, yes, lets.

I shove my hand into my brown satchel and pull out the case containing the pair of reading glasses I found in my room this morning. I'd never worn anything like them before, but when I tried them on at home, the seemed to improve my sight a little. So it would be stupid not to wear them.

My hand grips onto the blue pen I'm holding and I open up my fresh notebook, breathing in the scent of fresh pages, before I begin to take notes. Apart from my minor slip up on the daydreaming front, I think this class may become my favourite, let's just hope this teacher likes a good book as much as I do.

After class I step out into the hallway with my pile of textbooks and make my way over to my locker, ducking and weaving around other students as I do so. 

At the same time, my mind begins to wander again. I received a text this morning about my twelve months to find my true love beginning now, which is just great. Because I have no idea where to look for them. What would my true love even be like? Would he be calm and kind, funny and witty, tall and handsome...All I know for sure is that he certainly wouldn't be-

"Grayson!" I gasp, as I walk straight into the bane of my existence, who is standing right in front of my locker.

He catches me before I can fall and uses it as an opportunity to place his large hands on my shoulders.