A/N: Ohh.Ihmm.Jee. I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in, what, a month or two or three? I like English but I don't like maths. (: won't go too deeply into it but Role-playing has taken over my life. Yes. I'm cool. I role-play! Whoosh. (: Anyway, I'm restarting the story. Its crap (: Ha-ha. Here's your story (:
"Hmm," Azelma sighed as she tried to tie her hair up with a discarded white ribbon that she'd found earlier in the day. Her hair was too limp and greasy, however, and the ribbon simply fell out of place. Her face faltered each time this happened. At one point she bang her fists on the wall in frustration and caused her scabbed over cut to bleed once. The scab was a result of M. Thenardeir's previous plan to earn the family some money. The main plain was to make the children look as horribly disgusting as possible. Seeing as none of the children were nice to look at, it wasn't too hard to do. Gavroche was never at their "house" so it did not matter about him.
"'Ponine?" Azelma called out to her elder and slightly better looking sister.
"Oui," Éponine replied to the girl, looking back to Azelma from the window, in hope of seeing Monsieur Marius wandering around. Éponine sighed gently and stood to her full, small height. "come here," she said, a kind of vibrato, yet gruffness to her voice, and grabbed the white ribbon. She stuck her tongue out to the left side of her mouth and lifted a section of hair up and the brought the ribbon up to Azelma's hair and fastened it as tightly as she could in a double not.
"There," she said, looking extremely proud of herself. Azelma examined herself in the mirror all but two times. She smiled widely, showing her rotting teeth. "Thank you," she said to her sister, looking at her lovingly.
"That's o-" Éponine began but cut herself of at the sight on Marius out of the window. She squealed and got up, ran out of their house and down the stairs of the place she lived in. Her red and sore feet scratched on the gravel, but she quickened up her speed. About three metres away from Marius, Éponine purposely fell on the stone in front of her, but instead of gaining a fake injury, blood poured from her head, poured into her eye. From the collision and the pressure, Eponines body flipped over as she landed, almost bouncing, and she fell on her back. Éponine winced, yet no tears came from her eyes. Marius turned to see the skeletal figure on the floor .
"Oh, zut," he said, on the realization that was Éponine. Marius knelt down on the dirty gravel and scooped one hand on her back, and his other hand under her legs. With a grunt, he lifted herwith all his strength and carried her to the place he was on his way to. The café ABC.