This is my friends and my rp, it's possibly really creepy depending on who you are. I will try to update it when can take the notebook home. Grantaire is normal font, Eponine is underlined, and Enjolras is in italics. Well, there's not really anything else to say... Here is the first chapter!
Grantaire was drunk. Again..This was not a surprise though. He always was. Tonight it was worse because there was no one to stop him. All of his friends were out studying, or flirting, or God knows what and he was completely alone. He had probably completely drained his allowance by now and was slowly building up credit. The owner of the establishment was probably getting ready to throw him out into the snow, and in his spifflicated state, he would probably freeze in the snow before he found his way home. But you know what? He couldn't care less.
"Slut!"
"Whore!"
"Go back to where you came from, and stop begging for what you don't deserve!"
This was what Eponine heard as she walked down the street asking for bits of food. She was starving and hadn't eaten for days. She finally gave up. Not enough luck to find food for herself or her greedy 'parents'. She started walking towards her so called 'home', but she didn't call her shack much of a home. Eponine had to go back and explain how she couldn't get any scraps for them. She was going to be abused anyway. Why put it off?
Enjolras looked at all of his books scattered across the table, and he looked at the letter in front of him. This was his tenth letter to the newspapers, and still none of them had been published. Doubt creeped into his mind. How could they reach the people of Paris? How could their revolution succeed if no one was aware of it? Enjolras closed his books in defeat, maybe tomorrow would be a better day. He packed up his thing and walked out of the cafe he was working at.
Yup, not a very happy start, but that's okay! Next chapter will be up in a bit.