Expect the Unexpected

Chapter 1:

"Graintaire, put the bottle down, the enemy approaches," Enjorlas yelled. He looked quickly to make sure that the men were in position and ready. This was the moment that they had been waiting for. The fight for the right…

Enjorlas caught a pair of people in a heated conversation out of the corner of his eye. He quickly whipped around and ran to the pair. He saw that it was Marius and that gamine, Eponine. He had noticed her before, she was pretty, but his mistress position was occupied by his patria. She wasn't like other girls; she was witty, pretty, and bright. He wished she would stop doting on sweet Pontmercy, and notice him. He could never tell her of his feeling, due to the small problem of the students and his social standing.

"Fine, Marius… I will take this love note to your mistress," Eponine sighed. Why couldn't he just realize that she was the one that was his… not the stupid Lark.

"Thank you. Eponine. You are a gift from heaven above!," Marius said thankfully.

"Well, I guess I should go before… well you know", Eponine said. She started to walk away hoping that Marius would stop her… Why couldn't he see that she was hopelessly devote to him, mind, body and soul… As she walked she felt a tug on her arm, and she whipped around and hoped to see Marius, but saw none other than the blonde revolutionary, Enjorlas. He was tall, handsome, and had piercing green eyes.

"Be careful, Eponine", Enjorlas blurted.

"You know my name?", she questioned.

"Well, of course", he replied,"… Well who would forget some one that dotes on Pontmercy… He is hopeless."

"Oh, Of course… I got to go… but thanks for the advice.", she quickly responded.

She Hurried down the street, trying to avoid the light and the people. She felt hot tears roll down her face as she ran. She ran, but didn't know where to. When she stopped she looked around and saw a large park beside the river. She didn't know where she was… she looked at the river and saw the beautiful moon's reflection in the water.

"Oh moon, so beautiful… If you were human you could have any man… why can't I be like you.", Eponine wept. For three years now she had hung around Marius. She first met him when she stopped him from getting robbed by papa… She loved him from that they met. They were the best of companions, she taught him not to be robbed and he taught her to read and write. She had never realized that he didn't feel the same, the first time she realized this was when he bumped into the Lark. From then on all he could talk about was the stupid Lark… All pretty, rich, and beautiful.

She continued to cry until she was woken up from her day dream by the sound of multiple gun shots in the distance. It's begun… I must hurry. She ran back to the road and realized where she was, about a five minute walk from the Lark's residence. She quickly ran there and hoped that one of her servants would answer the door quickly. She pounded on the door, and speak of the devil, the Lark appeared.

"Oh why hello Eponine, why are you here?" Cosette spat.

"I have a letter from Marius Pontmercy who is at the barricade and asked me to deliver this to you", Eponine responded.

"A note from my love, Marius, Oh what joyful news! I am so in love with him. What of you… do you have a love, or perhaps a master?" She sarcastically said.

"No, I am unclaimed", Eponine whispered.

"What, from the sound of it you are unclaimed… what a pity. I am so lucky I am not you. Well thanks, now leave before I yell and say you tried to rob me." Cosette proclaimed.

Eponine slowly backed away from the door, and climbed over the gate. In the process of climbing she ripped her skirt, and now a huge slit was cut from the hem to about halfway up her thigh. She disregarded this, and decided to run back to barricade to help.

All hope for her was lost. Marius didn't love her, no one did. She was just a stupid girl who had big dreams of being a princess. She quickly wove through the streets trying to find the barricade. She followed the loud noises of gun shots and yelling, knowing that it could only be coming from one place, the barricade.