Well hello there! Most of you know me as a guest reviewer named Kansas! But now that I have uncovered my password to my account, I can start uploading again! So here is my first story! I have given you opportunities to use my OC, Camille. I am writing about her here, but dont hesitate to continue using her in your story as well! I love the character and she should be spread amongst several stories! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Scince I am a 90 pound, thirteen year old girl, I am obviously NOT Victor Hugo. Though I wish I was. Then I could grow a beard. I like beards.

Camille

I was born in Paris. Been living there all my life. Most days all blur togethr in a swirl of unimportance. But one day stands out the most. In my thirteen years of living, I have never once met someone as speacial to me as Gavroche. Not even my bitter mother, rest her soul, could compare to him. I met him on a warm April day, when I was only eight years old. My mother had just died and I was looking for a place to live. I was admiring a pretty necklace in a shop window when he charged into me. I made an odd noise as all of the air exited my body in one instant. My blue eyes went wide open and my blonde braid smacked me in the face as I hit the ground.

"Oi!" I scoldes once I could breath again, "Watch where youre going!" I smothed my dirty skirt and looked up. I saw a boy, about my age, with dirty blonde curls and brown eyes. He looked about my age, and was about five inches taller than me.

"Sorry miss," he said, "I was running from Javert."

I laughed. "who isnt?"

He grinned. "I aint never seen you round these parts. What's your name?"

"Camille. Camille McLellan." I gave a curtsy, my dirty blue skirt staining at my touch.

"Nice ta meet cha Miss McLellan. My names Gavroche."

"Pleased to meet you Gavroche. And please just call me Camille. Say, aint you got a last name?"

"Not one worth mentioning."

"Well alright then. Hey, do you know of any places to stay round here? My mother died three days ago."

"Three days ago? Aint you sad?"

"Nothing to be sad about. She was a drunk and I mostly fended for myself."

"I know the feeling." Gavroche snorted.

"So, ya know of any places?"

"Well Camille. See, I like you. You seem like a tough girl. And my boys need a mother figure around. And I think you'd be perfect," He said.

"Your boys?"

"And a couple a girls. There's Navet, his twin sister Nicollette, Peirre, Annabelle, Leonard, Peirce, Sebastion, and Little Amilia. We all live together in the elephant statue in the park." He explained.

"And you want me to be their mother figure?"

"The boys are five and six, Nicollette and Annabelle are four, and Amilia is two. Im the oldest, and in charge. But everyone needs a mother."

I considered it. I always liked children, and I would get lodgings. And I like Gavroche as well.

"Okay. I'll do it." I declared.

"Oh good! You're a life saver!" Before I knew what was happening, his hands were on my cheeks and his lips were on my lips. We stayed like that for a moment, then broke away. I was blushing ferosiously.

"Sorry." He muttered, "I'm just excited, thats all."

"Why are you excited?" I asked, now a little nervouse.

"Oh, you'll see." And with that, he lead me off towards the park.

Boom! There you have it folks, chapter one! Please tell me if you like it, it really helps me get inspired! I will be updating soon! Vive Le France!