Eponine lay sadly on her bed, staring up at the ceiling while tears rolled down her smooth, pale cheeks, smudging her carefully applied eyeliner. "Why does nobody understand me?" she lamented in despair, her shoulders shaking with sobs. "I'm all alone in this world," she whispered as her phone buzzed with yet another new message from one of her friends. "My parents are so cruel," she continued in anguish as her gaze fell on the thousand-dollar handbag her parents had bought for her just yesterday. Someone cautiously knocked on Eponine's door. "GO AWAY!" she screamed, weeping desperately into her pillow. She heard retreating footsteps and the tears came even faster. "Everyone just leaves me," she cried, and was struck by sudden inspiration. She rummaged under her bed and grabbed her expensive writing notebook and a dark pen. She quickly wrote down a new poem.
Alone, by Eponine

The sky is black,

Just like my soul.

The clouds are dark and gloomy,

Just like me.

The rain pours down,

Just like my tears.

I watch a dark rose bloom,

And as it bleeds out onto the concrete,

I feel my soul weep.

She paused, before writing down one last sentence.
If only I lived in 1832 France.

Suddenly the world began spinning and whirling around her. Terrified, Eponine clung onto her expensive 10000-thread count sheets. "WHAT'S HAPPENING?" she shrieked in fear. She squeezed her eyes shut until the spinning stopped. She blinked her eyes open cautiously, and gasped at what she saw. She was in a small cafe!

She looked up realising someone was standing over her. It was a young, handsome male. His luscious, golden hair was glowing in the dim cafe lighting, and his concerned eyes were the brightest blue she had ever seen. She gazed into their impossible sapphire depths, feeling as if she could drown in them forever. "Are you all right?" he murmured intensely, placing a hand on Eponine's shoulder. Eponine gasped at the simultaneously ice cold and fire hot feeling. She had never felt anything like this before. "I am OK." she whispered back.

"That is good," he also whispered.

"WHY ARE YOU GUYS WHISPERING?" a loud voice shouted. Eponine looked around to see an ugly dude holding a bottle of wine.

"SHUT UP, GRANTAIRE!" the blonde sex god shouted. "I am Enjolras," he whispered to Eponine. "Would you like to join my revolution?"

Eponine smiled. This was what she had been waiting for all these years. "Sure. When is it?"

"NoW!" Enjolras shouted passionately and he ran out of the cafe while lifting up a table in one hand and five chairs in another. Eponine swooned at this display of manly strength as he flexed his huge muscles.

The drunk guy and some other random people ran after Enjolras. There was one guy who was kind of cute called Moorius or something, but he kept tripping over his own feet and he was not really Eponine's type. Eponine ran after Enjolras as they began piling furniture up.

"WE NEED ALL THE FURNITURE YOU CAN THROW DOWN!" said one guy in a curly Irish accent. Eponine had a sudden idea. "I have superpowers and can make a giant barricade appear right now!" she exclaimed.

"Really?" said Enjolras.

"Yep." said Eponine. She closed her eyes and concentrated and a barricade appeared.

"Wow." said Enjorlas.

"Yep." said Eponine.

Enjolras stared into her eyes passionately and they kissed.