First fanfic ever. Came up with the story when I couldn't sleep. Hope you enjoy!
"God, I'm bored" said angle Gabriel. "Since that Mary, Joseph, Jesus whatnot I've had nothing to do at all."
"So glad you said that, there's been a revolution down in Paris; A 10 year old has been killed in it. He will need your help to get used to this place."
The angle sighed, so now he had to look after a snotty little toe-rag who would be whining at him all day and all night. Yay. Well God is God so he guessed he should really do what the man in white told him to.
"All right, what's his name? So I find the right boy at those gates."
"Gavroche Thenardier, good luck."