-Eponine's POV-

I turn over in my bed and check my clock, it's 06:30. Lazily, I climb out of bed; my family's apartment is quite far from the school and the bus comes extremely early so unfortunately I have to wake ridiculously early.

I open my almost empty wardrobe and pull out a black t-shirt with short sleeves, blue jeans and my signature brown hat. I put on my cheap, second hand, black converse and quickly brush my long, dark curls.

I sneak a quick glance at the mirror. I see a tall girl with dark, curly, brunette hair that somehow always looks quite shiny, who's wearing a black t-shirt with a quote from 'The Phantom Of The Opera' on it, saying, 'You alone can make my song take flight'. It's not much; but it's definitely me.

I give a slight smile and then quickly leave my room to wake Azelma and Gavroche.

"Zelma?" I say, not too quiet and not too loud so that I won't wake my parents up. They were both out late, partying with their friends as usual, so they usually sleep until about one on the afternoon.

I knock on her door, but she doesn't answer. I sigh and walk into her room, she's sleeping. Typical.

"Zelma," I hiss, shaking her awake. She darts out of bed and accidentally –I hope- punches me in the face.

"What, Ponine?" she asks grumpily.

"A little thing called school," I say, "Now hurry up, I've got to wake Gav."


I leave her room, not waiting for a reply, and knock on Gavroche's door. No answer. Again, typical.

I walk into his room and find him asleep, I do everything that I can to resist pouring a bucket full of cold water onto him. I manage to resist.

"Get up, Gav," I say, still sounding tired.

"Why Ep?" he complains, yawning, "It's only about half six."

"We always get up at this time, that won't change just because it's the first day back after the summer," I say, leaving his room.

I go into the kitchen, getting bread to make toast for us. There are only two slices… How can there be only two? There were eight slices yesterday. I sigh, looks like I'm not getting any breakfast today and sadly Zelma and Gav won't get much for breakfast.

I sigh and put the two small slices of bread into our barely working toaster. Our toaster is probably decades old, as the toast never actually pops up, so you have to get it up yourself and it takes forever to actually turn into toast.

Zelma and Gav always take ages to get dressed, but remarkably, they are ready and dressed before the toast is ready.

After a few minutes of pulling and teasing the toast pops out. I glumly sit at the table and watch Azelma and Gavroche eat. Sitting there, I finally get to actually think. We've only moved to this town about a month ago, so I'm starting at a new school.

I'm glad we've moved, I hated my last school; I know that I'll probably never really like school, but the last one was awful. I already know someone in my new school and unfortunately, that person is Montparnasse, who is in my dad's pathetic little 'gang'.


You would expect someone to be nervous about being new at the school … nothing as stupid as changing schools scares me anymore. Not after living with my parents. I probably won't make any friends, I've never been good with people. It's not that I am shy or anything … I'm just not particularly kind, pretty or funny and I've just never really been good at talking to people.

"Ponine!" Gavroche says, tugging on my arm and jolting me out of my thoughts, "Hurry up, the bus is here!"

It seems wrong him telling me to hurry up, but I can't be late for my first day at a new school.


Azelma and I rush onto a bus (we are going to the same school) and Gavroche runs over to a different bus.

Azelma gets on before me and takes the last seat that isn't beside some stranger. I couldn't be bothered to pace around the bus and find someone who looks kind and about my age so I go over to the first person that I see.

He's a boy who looks about the same age as me, he has curly blonde hair and light , hypnotising blue eyes, I'll admit that he's handsome. He doesn't seem to notice me looking at him, as he's staring into a history textbook.

I cough lightly and he looks over at me with a confused look. "Can I sit here?" I ask.

He nods his head and I sit down beside him. He quickly closes his textbook and puts it away in his bag, oh no, he doesn't want to talk, does he?

"I'm Eponine," I say, noticing his stare.

"I'm Enjolras," he replies, extending a hand which I shake. "Are you new here? Sorry, I just haven't seen you around before," he blushes slightly at his statement.

I chuckle at his discomfort, "Yes, I'm new. What year are you?" I ask.

"I'm a senior, I'm eighteen," he replies.

"Oh, so at least I'll know someone," I reply.

"You're a senior?" he asks.

"Yeah, I'm seventeen," I reply.

"Oh," he replies. I don't think that he's used to talking to girls. "Well, if you want you can sit with me and my friends at lunch," he suggests. He seems alright I guess.

"Oh no thanks, I don't want to bother you," I say hurriedly.

"It's okay, you won't," he insists.

"Well…" I starts awkwardly, "I don't really like big crowds." There's something about him that makes me nervous, I blush at my confession.

"You could just sit with me, if you want. Or I could show you just a few of my friends, I'm sure you would like them."

He really is stubborn. There is probably no point in arguing with him so I agree to have lunch with him and –at most—two of his friends. From what he says, they sound like the popular group and that is a group that I'm almost completely sure that I won't fit in with.

He smiles at me and then the bus stops and I'm about to get off when he offers to help me find things around the school if I need to. I smile back and think to myself that I must have chosen the most helpful person in the school to sit beside.


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