(A/N: I started this a long long time ago, and I never knew what to do with it. Now I think its time I put this with my other stories. I hope you like it. I know it might need improving. I wrote this a few years back so please be nice…. Enjoy!)
A child. A child I was. I don't remember my birth. I don't suppose anyone remembers being born. But I know I remember more of my life then most people do. My mind reaches far back, to the time when I was but a small child. Oh, and how beautiful I was. Never was there a day that went by without somebody looking at me and whispering compliments.
I was my parents first born child and loved dearly by both of them. I was Mama's pet, and Papa's treasure. When my sister Azelma came along, I was around my first year. I wasn't forgotten. I wouldn't ever be forgotten, not if I could help it. I was such a determined child; once my mind was made up it could not be changed.
Azelma and I were pretty and sweet and Mama loved us.
As far as I know we always lived in Montermeil. Papa and Mama kept a tavern. The inn was called "The Sergeant of Waterloo". I remember it well. I remember the sign of the man being carried by another. And out front was our swing. It was an odd and somewhat frightening swing but I loved it. I think it was a gun carriage; and with its massive chains that hung down from it, it was made into a swing for me and Azelma.
We always had interesting people come to our inn. Sometimes wanderers, gentlemen on horses. Sometimes gentlemen dressed in fine black clothes would bring ladies in beautiful, white gowns and ask for the finest room. Yes, we had quite a few newly weds.
Mama and Papa made good business. And Azelma and I were pampered. And I was sweet little Eponine Thenardier