So after some technical difficulties, I hope this actually worked this time. Sorry for the shortness.
Disclaimer-Les Mis is public domain! MAHAHAHAHA! *cough*
Okay on with the story!
Sunlight crept into Fantine's usually dark room. She sighed. It was another day of being cold and hungry, and another day of not having her little Cosette with her.
Maybe it's another day closer to having her with me again. She sighed again. No it's not, she always be so far away. I'll never have my Cosette. Why do I have this hope? She thought to herself. Maybe it's better for her to be with them. She has other children to play with, and two parents, not just a mother. I just wish I could have her again. I wish she could be well too. Fantine felt her eyes begin to water. She wiped away her tears with her hand.
Fantine got off her floor where she slept and ruffled her skirts a bit. Her room was bare and cold. She would be evicted soon because she could not pay her rent. It was about noontime, it was still too early for her customers yet, but at least she could possibly find some respectable odd job to earn money, or she could just beg on the streets. She got her ragged shawl. She walked out of the door of her apartment.
As Fantine walked the streets of Paris, people gave her dirty looks. Of course they knew she was a harlot. She had such few clothes on, only a thin skirt, a ripped chemise, and an old ragged, tight, corset. Her hair was far to short to belong to a respectable woman. Her shawl barely covered her, not at all keeping her warm. She obviously appeared to be a harlot or an extremely pathetic beggar.
Fantine continued to walk. She bumped into a gentleman and fell down.
"Oh, I'm-I'm sorry sir." She meekly apologized to the man.
"Watch where you're going, bitch!" He scowled at her.
"I'm-I'm sorry sir, I-I didn't mean to-" She stuttered.
"Yeah, sure, you are, your type is never sorry." He scowled. "I could've had you arrested, but you'd just be wasting my time again."
"Sorry, sir-" She apologized again to the man as he walked away muttering something harsh under his breathe.
From the ground, she glanced around the streets. The cold wind made her shiver. She pulled her shawl around her tighter, but it did no good. She saw a happy little girl, about eight, holding her mother's hand. The little girl was about the age that her little Cosette was. Fantine watched in envy of the mother. How lucky she must be to have her little girl, and to be able to support her. Of course, the woman must have a loving husband who would never dream of leaving them. Fantine cast her eyes to the ground in her sorrow and envy.
"Excuse me, Madame, but are you alright?" Fantine glanced up. It was the little girl.
"Oh, uh, yes, I'm alright. Thank you for asking though." She lied to the little girl. "Shouldn't you be with your mother right now?" Fantine asked the girl. Her mother was at a street vender's cart buying bread.
"It's alright. Madame, she's busy buying bread right, she would not mind." The girl explained politely. The girl reached into her pocket. She pulled out a franc. She handed it to Fantine. "Here."
Fantine held the coin in her hand. She smiled her toothless grin at the girl. "Thank you very much."
"Marietta! What are doing over there?" The girl's mother cried out to her.
"Nothing, Mama!" The little girl cried out. The girl's mother walked over to the corner where Fantine sat. The girl's mother gasped a bit when she saw Fantine.
"Marietta, get away from there! Come quickly!" The girl's mother's voice was stern but full of worry. The little girl began to walk away and grabbed her mother's hand.
"Good bye." She whispered to Fantine before she was gone.
Fantine began coughing one of her fits again. She looked once more at the coin that the little girl gave her that sat in her palm. She smiled. At least the innocence of children was still kind to all.