It was late, and I felt like writing a sad Gav fic. So... this happened. I do not own Les Miserables.
Ponine-
Hi its Gavroche. I am riting this to tell you that I am going to be fiteing with the students in the war. I no you mite be worryed about me but its ok. I will be fine. Tell Zelma to remeber remember to bring food to the gang whil I am fiteing and dont let anyon see her. I dont want the polise near them. Also dont let mama and papa push you arond anymor. It scares me wen you ar hurt. Littl peeple can fite. Dont forget that. Sorrie about my speling. I love you Ponine. I will be home soon.
Love,
Gavroche
And before you review, the spelling and grammar errors were on purpose. Thanks!