I Dreamed a Dream Chapter 1, a les misérables fanfic

Full summary: One night, Mimsy has a dream that she lives in 1830. She is named Mabelle, an American who moved to Paris with her family. With her parents dead, she lives in a crummy apartment trying to take care of her little sister, Zelda. She has these dreams every night continuing where the left off. Through her little sister she meets Les Amis de la ABC, and falls in love with their leader. But as she falls in love with a man in the real world, can she still keep coming back to her dreams.

A/N: I don not own Les Mis, the World's Dumbest thing I used (World's Dumbest Performers 16), Almost Lover and The Beacon by A Fine Frenzy, or Leonard Cohen's version of Hallelujah, or the prayer Mabelle says before dinner.

"Rafael Alberto Perez is a San Diego real estate agent looking to stand out to clients," said the narrorator. "So he made this rap video."

We laughed. The guy, who we assumed was Rafael, looked wierd.

The rap started:

Welcome to the 618, San Diego

The place where the tourists come and say you should go

Got Beaches, Fine Dining, Hiking and Legos

Even killer whales are nice and playful

Sean Donnelly appeared.

"You had me at Legos," he said.

He disappeared and was replaced by Mike Trainor.

"I would rather buy a house from a rapper than listen to this guy," he said.

Homeownership is back, now the new routine

The rules of real estate are no longer the same

Basic fundamentals is the name of the game

Kevin McCaffrey appeared.

"It's one thing to be bad at lip syncing," he said. "It's an entirely other thing to be saying a whole different sentence than the one we're hearing."

It's not about buy, hold, flip for rookies

It's about building a home or positive (spelled possitive in the captions that played while Rafael was singing)

Mike O'Gorman appeared.

"There aren't a lot of people in this world that could rhyme the words 'rookie' and 'cash flow'," he said. "This guy also cannot do that."

John Enos appaered.

"Maybe you'll get that positive cash flow when you learn how to spell it," said John.

As MLK said, "You don't have to see the whole staircase

Just take the first step"

Jared Logan appeared.

"Martin Luther King had a dream," he said, "and this guy is honoring his dream... by rapping about real estate.

Set your goal, write it down, continue foreward

Your American Dream, Your Daily Routine

Working hard every day, a future you'll build

Provide for your family, a castle from skills

A place to raise the kids, or a cash flow machine

Which do you prefer?

Mike Trainer appeared again. He began wrapping in the same style as Rafael.

I'm living the American Dream

I've got some clip art and a green screen

And I'm kind of lip syncing

And then I stop and start and look uncofortable

Rafael continued:

Let me tell you who I am, no I'm not a rapper

R.A.P are my initials, I'm your trusted Realtor

Kevin appeared again.

"Okay," he said, "I will bye the house if you promise to stop rapping."

We all laughed.

"I'm going outside," I said.

"You'll miss the number one video," said Tori. She had wavy brown hair and green eyes.

"I've seen it," I said. "I'm not gonna lie, it scares me. See ya!"

I turned around and walked outside.

I didn't bother putting my headphones in as I put my iPhone on shuffle. Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy came on. I started singing along.

Your fingertips across my skin

The palm trees swaying in the wind

Images

You sang me Spanish lullabies

The sweetest sadness in your eyes

Clever trick

I never want to see you unhappy

I thought you'd want the same for me

Goodbye, my almost love-

"Hello," said Christina, who we called Mimi. She had dark blonde hair and hazel eyes.

"Hi," I said. "What are you doing out here?"

"The video scared me, too."

"Why would that chick stick that microphone in her mouth?" I asked.

"I know, right?" said Mimi.

A few minutes later, Hayden, who we called Holly, who had curly blonde hair and blue eyes, Abigail, who we called Bailey, who had blonde hair and brown eyes, Amy, who had light brown hair and blue eyes, Tiffany, who we called Tiffy, who had curly bubblegum pink hair and green eyes, Delta, who we call Della, whoa had blonde hair with the tips died black and blue eyes, Chealsa, who had curly blonde hair and brown eyes, Antonia, who we called Toni, who had blonde hair and blue eyes, Katherine, who we called Kitty, who had dark red hair and clear blue eyes, Elizabeth, who we called Bitzy, who had black hair and dark blue eyes, Desiree Meade, who we called Disee, who had tight curly black hair and brown eyes, Tori, twins Samantha, who we called Sammy and Sophia, who had black hair and brown eyes, Jack, who had blonde hair that framed his face and blue eyes, Zane, who had brown hair and brown eyes, Trevor, who had brown hair that framed his face and brown eyes, Austin, who had black hair and brown eyes, Eli, who had dark blonde hair and green eyes, Kevin who had black hair and blue eyes, Eliot, who had light brown hair and blue eyes, and Amy's cousin Josh, who had light brown hair and green eyes.

"Was it as scary as I said?" I asked.

"It was something," said Eli.

"It was as scary as-what was it, number sixteen?" said Trevor.

We all shivered. We knew what he was talking about: elderly's dancing in their underware.

"'Those are inside moves, Ma!'" said Tori, quoting John Enos.

We laughed.

We stayed on Holly's front steps for a while until me, Della, Tiffy, Bailey, and Holly were the only ones left.

"Can I stay here tonight?" I asked. "Say 'yes' because I already texted my mom saying I could."

"Fine," said Holly. "Anyone else?"

"No," said everyone else.

They were all gone within five minutes.

We walked back to Holly's room and I got my pajamas, a red chemise with lace over the breasts.

"And Mimsy's a prude," said Holly.

"We're all girls her," I said, pulling out a red robe. "Plus, I have this."

"Goodnight," I said.

"Night," said Holly.

When I opened my eyes, I was in the middle of a crowded street. I was freezing and my feet were killing me. I looked down. I wasn't wearing any shoes and I was wearing rags. I began walking not paying attention to where I was going. A moment later, I found myself on the ground.

"I'm sorry," I said.

I got on my knees and helping the man I knocked over pick up his stuff.

"It's fine, Mademoiselle," the man said, irritably.

I handed him his stuff.

"Here," I said, smiling.

"Merci, Mademoiselle," he said.

"Please don't call me Mademoiselle," I said. "My name is Mabelle."

Mabelle? Why would I say that? I said it on some sort of impulse.

"Enjolras," he said, taking my hand and kissing it. "You're not from France. Where are you from?"

"Illinois, it's in America," I said.

"Why would you come here?" he asked.

"My father got a job," I said. "But my parents died leaving me and my little sister on the street."

Sister? I didn't have a sister. And my parents weren't dead. But something in my mind said that my parents were dead and I did have a sister.

"I'm sorry," he said. "If you'll excuse me, Mabelle, I have classes."

And with that he walked away. I continued walking for a short distance until I heard my name-Mabelle-not Mia or Mimsy being called out. I saw girls who looked just like my friends waving at me. They weren't dressed in rags like me. They looked rich. There was Helene Sherri, who was really Holly, Antoinette Vallet, who was Toni, Charlotte Wolff, who was Mimi, Adelene Breier, who was Bailey, Tulip Moree, who was Tiffy (she had her natural ash blonde hair and blue eyes), Delphine Cancienne, who was Della (she had her natural black hair and pretty black eyes), Korene Thore, who was Kitty, Edith Taborn, who was Bitzi, Danielle Mader, who was Disee, Sophie and Salene Serge, who were Sammy and Sophia, Claire De Rosier, who was Chealsa, and Abrielle Duhamel, who was Amy.

"Hello," I said, walking up to them.

"Hello, darling," said Helene.

"We saw what happened over there," said Adelene.

"Saw what?" I asked.

"That boy over there," said Delphine.

"What about him?" I asked.

"He was handsome," Antoinette commented.

"Yes," I agreed.

"Come on," said Helene liking arms with me.

We all went to the Cafe Musain.

We stayed there the majority of the day. At around four o'clock. A little boy who I recognized as Gavroche, even though I never seen him before in my life, came in with a girl named Zelda... my sister. She, like me had messy curly dark brown hair, and big brown almond shaped eyes. She sat on my lap.

"Did you have fun today, Zelda?" I asked.

"I sure did, Belle," said Zelda.

"See you tomorrow, Zelda," said Gavroche, racing upstairs.

"See you tomorrow, Gavroche," said Zelda.

"I'm going to take Zelda home," I said.

Zelda got off my lap and I stood up, taking Zelda's hand.

"Goodbye," I called out to my friends.

"Goodbye," they called back.

Zelda and I walked home in silence. We got to our run down apartment and Zelda sat on the bed we shared.

"Belle, brush my hair," Zelda said.

I gave her a look.

"Please?"

I picked up the brush and brushed Zelda's hair.

"Sing to me," Zelda said.

I blanked. I began flipping through the songs I had in my head. I finally settled for a sog by A Fine Frenzy called The Beacon.

You say your time has come

You're tired of waking up

Don't be obscene, I can't conceive

Living without you

I began braiding Zelda's hair.

You say you drag us down

No one should want you now

I picked up a ribbon and tied the braid.

When I start to cry, you kiss my eyes and say I'm not allowed to

Zelda leaned back in my arms.

Burning beacon in the night

Can't feel its heat, or see it's light

That single solitary guide, it must get lonely there sometimes

I kissed the top of Zelda's head.

You were a child forgot

Lessons of love untaught

Now no embrace can quite replace

The one that never found you

The five-year-old in my arms turned around and hugged me.

I was tenderly

All that was taught to me

I will apply, your parents tried, but they didn't know how to

Zelda cried, something she did almost everyday.

Burning beacon in the night

Can't feel its heat, or see its light

That single solitary guide, it must get lonely there sometimes

I cradled Zelda.

Let me stand by you

The honor is mine

Let me stand by you

Loneliest light, loneliest light, loneliest light

I kissed Zelda's head again.

Burning beaconin the night

Can't feel its heat, or see its light

That single solitary guide, it must get lonely there sometimes

"You alright?" I asked.

Zelda nodded.

"How about I make us dinner?" I said.

Again, Zelda nodded. I laid Zelda on the bed and walked to the kitchen to make soup. Zelda was still upset by the time we sat down to eat.

"It's time to say grace, Zelda," I said.

Zelda and I bowed our head.

"May this food restore our strength, giving new energy to tired limbs, now thoughts to weary minds. May this drink restore our souls, giving new vision to dry spirits, new warmth to cold hearts. And once refreshed, may we give new pleasure to You, who gives us all. Amen."

"Amen," said Zelda.

That was a blessing my mother, this mother who was appearently dead, taught me.

"Tell me about your day," I said to Zelda.

"Me and Gavroche walked around for a little bit and then he started pick-pocketing," said Zelda.

"And did you pick-pocket?" I asked.

Zelda shook her head.

"Good girl," I said.

After dinner, I put Zelda to bed. It was rather hot in the room, so I opened the window that was right next to the bed.

"Tell me a story about Mommy and Daddy, please," said Zelda. "Tell the story about when I was born."

"Well, it was chilly Monday morning," I said, "very early. Before sunrise. And Mommy started to have pains in her stomach. The next morning, Mommy gave birth to a little girl. And do you know what the little girl was named?"

"Zelda Lilly Mountaingreen," Zelda said.

I laughed.

"Yes," I laughed. "And while Mommy was giving birth, Daddy was panicing. He was so afraid Mommy or the baby would die. But niether of them did. And that was the day a three-way-tie for their favorite day of their life."

"What were the other two?" Zelda asked.

"The day they married and the day I was born," I said.

"Sing to me, please," said Zelda.

Damn it! I thought. Again, I flipped through the songs I had memorized. I decided to sing Leonard Cohen's version of Hallelujah.

I've heard there was a secret chord

That David played, and it pleased the Lord

But you don't really care for music, do you?

It goes like this

The fourth, the fifth

The minor fall, the major lift

The baffled king composing Hallelujah

I stroked Zelda's hair.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I kissed the top of Zelda's hair.

Your faith was strong but you needed proof

You saw her bathing on the roof

Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you

She tied you to a kitchen chair

She broke your throne, and she cut your hair

And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

"Love you, Belle," Zelda murmered sleepily.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

"I love you, too, Zel," I said.

Baby I have been here before

I know this room, I've walked this floor

I used to live alone before I knew you.

I've seen your flag on the marble arch

Love is not a victory march

It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

There was a time when you let me know

What's really going on below

But now you never show it to me, do you?

And remember when I moved in you

The holy dove was moving too

And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Maybe there's a God above

But all I've ever learned from love

Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you

It's not a cry you can hear at night

It's not somebody who has seen the light

It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

You say I took the name in vain

I don't even know the name

But if I did, well, really, what's it to you?

There's a blaze of light in every word

It doesn't matter which you heard

The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn't much

I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch

I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you

And even though it all went wrong

I'll stand before the Lord of Song

With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah

I looked at Zelda and smiled. She was asleep. I turned my head and looked out the window. The man I bumped into, Enjolras, was staring up at me, a slight smile on his face. I blushed and went to my chair and began to , after I went to the small desk and pulled out my diary, the on Daddy had given to me almost a year ago. I had named her Jane because Ma died in childbirth. I was going to have a sister named Jane. She died, too. I now considered my diary to be like a sister. It was named in honor of the sister I never knew.

Dear Jane,

I had another average day. I spent the majority of the at the Cafe Musain my friends while Zelda was out playing with Gavroche.

I did bump into a man today. He said he had to go to class, so I assume my assumptions are correct in that he student. He was very handsome. Probably the most handsome man I've ever seen. He was a bit rude, but hansome none the less.

When I brought Zelda home, I sang to her as I brushed her hair. She cried. The poor dear, losing Ma and Daddy so early on in life.

Well, I'm tired and going to bed

Sincerly,

Mabelle Mountaingreen