Hi guys! So this is really my first story story, as in it's not a one shot. I've been wanting to write this for a while. It's really based on what I imagine would happen if the les Amis were in modern day America when they were younger, in a town with a really rich side and a really poor side, and a lot of gangs and all that... lovely stuff that no one should be involved in. I want your honest opinions on this story, and I'm open to suggestions of instances that you would like to happen. I do have some form of an idea of how I want it to end, but don't worry, that won't be for a while! So please like and comment. Thanks!?
/Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, all rights go to Victor Hugo
The school bell rang, signaling the end of another school day. The thunderous sound of the footsteps of elementary school children echoed through the halls of the school, all off them anxious to get home as quick as possible due to the fact that it
/itwas officially their summer vacation.
Among them were a group of boys, walking out of Ms. Myers second grade class as if they were the kings of the world. To say they were glad was an understatement.
"Dudes we have three months to do whatever we want! I'm pumped!" Screamed Grantaire, a tubby kid with bushy, raven black hair and dark browneyes. He got his never-ending energy from the amount ofsugar he consumed on a daily basis.
"Yeah, and I got my report card yesterday! I passed every subject this year, all A's!" Exclaimed Combeferre excitedly. He had light brown hair and grey eyes. He also wore glasses, classing him as the 'nerd' of the group. He had been thinking abouthis
report card all day and had been itching to tell his friends about it, the excitement getting the better of him.
"Whoa! Are you gonna get a reward for that?" Asked Courfeyac, a boy with sandy-colored hair and the most dazzling green eyes.
"I believe that the correct term is 'an award' " corrected Enjolras. Enjolras was seen as an overachiever, wanting to excelin everything he had thick, curly blonde hair and icy blue eyes that could cut right through you when giventhe 'death glare'.
"Ah come on Enjolras, cut Courfeyac some slack! He has been very slow since he hit his head falling off the monkeybars!" Commented Marius, a boy with chestnut brown hair, green eyes and a face littered with freckles.
Everyone laughed at Marius' comment, bar Courfeyac, Enjolras and the hypochondriac and drama king of the group, Joly. He had curly red hair, blue eyes and had was ofsmall frame.
"He could have ended up paralyzing himself guys! Or, if he hit his head hard enough, could have done brain damage!" Cried Joly.
"Ammmm guys, as much as I love talking about Courfeyac's injuries, how's abouts we call it quits and headto the playground?" Suggested Marius. He had gotten permission from his grandfather to spend an hour after school at the playground, andtime
was ticking!
All seemed to agree with Marius. As they were walking through the school gates, Grantaire shouted "Last one there is a rotten egg!"
The boys' competitive nature took over as they all ran off in the direction of the playground, each desperate to be first.