A/N
So, you're probably wondering why the heck I'm starting another story when I already have three other stories that haven't been updated, right. Well, this is my answer. I was inspired to write this story by another author who has done the very same thing, but with different characters. Hers were centered on Marius and Cosette, but mine are going to be centered on Marius and éponine. This style of writing is very, very, very, very new to me so please be nice with your reviews please.
Title: Young éponineSummary: Takes place in 1818: World: Book
At only three years of age, young éponine was still like a child but already had the makings of being just like her mother. All though still small in height, she knew how to get her way and she knew how to look charming. Because her mother gave her all that she could, from everything from clothes to dolls, that when this little girl wasn't pleased, or if something wasn't going her way, she would often have outbursts of long fits where she'd cry until she was granted her wishes. These fits however, were not very often common for the child got what she wanted. She was often called by her mother and anyone else who happened to lay eyes on her, "the doll of Montfermail". It was true too, and young éponine knew it.
Éponine seemed very sure that she was the ruler of the house but, on one spring morning she was playing with her young sister, when a woman was seen walking towards there house carrying a small child in her arms. The toddler's face contorted into the face she made when she was just about to have one of her outbursts, as she looked at the newcomer. Éponine didn't like people if she wasn't the center of attention. She would have to change that. As the woman came closer, éponine ran over to her mother and watched the woman come towards them. The three year old staired at the child in her mother's arms, and was pleased to see that she too, was dressed like herself. Éponine liked that another little girl was coming for a visit for she knew that they could play together. By this poin, the woman had sat down next to her mother and they were talking about something. But, éponine wasn't intested in that. She went to where the little girl was standing, and looked at her for a few seconds then said, "You want to play with me?" the other little girl glanced at her mother, then she tugged on her sleave while saying, " mama, can I play? I want to play, mama"! The mother looked down at her daughter, and nodded. Both girls ran and picked flowers, and once éponine saw that the little girl was just picking them and didn't know how to make things out of them she cried, "noooooo, you are not making anything with the flowers! Your saposed to make crounds with them"! The other small girl's lower lip trembled, but she asked in a shakie voice, " Well, no one tought me how to. Can you tought me how"? éponine's anger went away as quickly as it came and she showed the little girl how to make the flowers into the crounds. Once both crounds were done, each girl took it and laied on there heads. Éponine got up then, spinning around singing loudly, but when she saw that the other girl was just standing there, she was about to go into yet another fit when the other toddler asked, " what's your name? Minds Cosette". Éponine laughed happily for a few seconds, then once she had stopped, she said, " éponine, but maman sometimes calls me 'Ponine". Both girls thought this was so amusing that they fell over into the soft grass laughing. They didn't know it, but Cosette's mother had already left, and that was the first night of what would become many years that they would live together.