Hey all! So I dont even know if Im going to even publish this, but the idea came to me so I decided to write it down before I forget! Also, 'Chetta doesnt exist in this universe.

"...tomorrow we will be attending a rally at... COURFEYRAC WAKE UP!" Enjolras yelled.

His victim, the care-free flirt, Corfeyrac, woke with a start.

"Wha?" he looked around drowsily.

"Do not fall asleep during my speeches!" Enjolras shouted, annoyed.

"Apollo, the only one listening was Combferre." Grantaire, the pessimisstic drunkard said from the corner.

Enjolras looked around. Sure enough, no one was paying attention. Jehan was scribbiling in a notebook, Feuilly and Bahrole were in the middle of a card game, Joly and Bosette were wispering about one thing or another, Courfeyrac was once again nodding off, Marius was having a conversation with his shawdo, Èponine, Grantaire was drunk as expected, Gavroche was fiddiling with a small handfull of coins, and Combferre was staring at him intently.

Enjolras sighed. "Listen up!" Nine heads shot up from whatever they were doing.

"If you arent going to take this seriously, then leave!" He ordered. Not a soul got up.

"Èponine, we know you dont care." Enjolras said.

Her face began to turn red. "I do to!"

"No, 'Ponine, you dont."

"Yes. I. Do." She said, her voice deadly low.

"No, Èponine, we all know you only come her for Marius."

Right when the words came out of Enjolras' mouth, he regretted them. Her fists clenched, and she charged right up to him, grabbed his red vest and pulled him down so they were eye to eye.

"You want me to care?" She hissed, "Fine then. I'll care. I'll recruite my own group!"

"Like any man would listen to a girl." Enjolras snorted.

"Oh, trust me. There wont be any men in my group."

"I group with only girls? Impossible."

Èponine laughed, "You'll see. And be sorry."

With that, she punched him in the face and fled, leaving the Amis to wonder what the hell had just happened.

TWO HOURS LATER

Èponine knew it was risky. A group with all girls? But she had done it, in just a few short hours.

First, there was Florence. A very short girl with mousy brown hair tied into a neat bun with a few strands of hair handing down and framing of round face. She wore glassess and always seemed to have a book with her.

Next there was Claire. She was a charming and flirtatious girl, and was always somebody's mistress. Her hair was pitch black and freckles dotted her merry cheecks, bringing out her stunning green eyes.

There was Gabrielle, a tough girl who always seemed to get into a fight. She had a wild head or orange curls that never seemed to be brushed or styled. Not that she cared anyway.

There was Isabelle, a girl who seemed to have a hundred jobs, and she seemed to add on more everyday. She was polite and quite, and her looks suited her. She was utterly petite and looked to be about fourteen, even though she was actually eighteen. Her hair was a very light brown that she put up neatly every morning, but became messy and drooping at the end of her busy day. Her nose was pointy and pixi like, and on either side sat a pair of icy blue eyes.

There was Mary, a girl studing to become a nurse, but who dreamed of becoming a doctor. But there was one problem: she was terrified of sickness. At the sound of a single cough, she would turn pale all the way down to the tips of her dark brown hair.

There was Julia, Mary's best friend. Julia was the unluckiest girl you will ever meet. Ever. Her hair never seemed to grow past her shoulders even though she had never cut it once. She was constantly tripping over things and hurting herself and others around her. Every time, she would blush to the tips of her pale blonde hair and wince. But now, that was to be expected.

There was Lucy, a poet who was always off in a dreamy trance. Her honey colored hair touched the floor when she walked, although she always put it up around Julia, who would constatanly trip over it. She had a beautiful saprano voice that warbled like a bird. Her eyes were a soft blue, like the color of the sky in springtime.

There was Camille, Gavroches little girlfriend that Èponine had included on a whim, as she wanted one of every single student. Camille had golden hair that was done in a single french braid, crawling down her back. She had a sprinkle of freckles cascading down her nose and onto her cheecks, right under her dark blue eyes.

And finally, there was Cosette, Èponine's childhood friend. Cosette looked similar to Camille, but with a softer apperance. Her golden hair curled perfectly, framing her porcilain face and blue eyes.

And that was Èponine's dream team.

"So this is all to prove Enjolras wrong?" Clarified Florence, eyebrow raised.

"In a way. I'm actually excited to do this, too! I belive in what Enjolras and his group are saying! A free world! No more discrimination! Equal rights for everyone." Èponine said, a fimilair blaze in her eyes.

"So whats step one?" Asked Gabrielle, her eyes hungry for a fight.

"There is a rally tomorrow. By the elephant statue. The boys are going. Each group gets a speech. I signed us up. Tomorrow, we rise!" Èponine shouted.

The girls cheered.

Look out Enjolras. You are about to encounter your worst nightmare.

Okay. So that was like, my best peice I've written on fanfiction. So am I going to publish it? Hell ya. Should I continue it? You tell me. Reveiw with your opinion!