Disclaimer: I do not own any of Victor Hugo's magnificent Characters
(although by reading this you'll find out how much I do). The rest,
Including the Zebra are mine.
A/N: This was written slightly before Christmas break for Algebra I assignment. This assignment was something for fun (and how to interpret graphs.but no matter). Mind you, this story was also read out loud.BY MY TEACHER (who had not read it prior to reading it to the class) and I was questioned multiple times for my sanity. This was also, on a later date read in my World History class. Which never made my teacher question my sanity - he knows better, but he did tell me that I should take up French at a second language because I pronounced all the names so well (when he was reading it he was questioning me on pronunciation). So anyway, have as much fun reading this as I did writing it and review!
I began my walk in Paris of the Rue de Chanviere. As I was walking I spotted a man stumbling out the door of a café. "Bonjour Monsieur!" I cried out. Walking up to him, I asked if he needed any assistance. It was only then that I realized who this was. It was none other than Grantaire! Drunk off his ass! (My teacher so kindly omitted that line). Not one to lose time I summoned my pet zebra that came to me carrying ropes in his mouth. I took one of the ropes and swiftly tied Grantaire to my zebra. Being the inebriate he is, Grantaire spoke to me in a voice that was probably to him seductive, to me slurred and mumbled.
"Ah, Ma Cherie. You like me so much you want to take me home, no? Well then, on with it." And he gave me a childish smile. I reciprocated with a devilish grin and began onward. Fast approaching the café Musain I spotted more French revolutionaries. I thought quickly, and decided to take them all captive. After all, the next best thing to stalking revolutionary French boys is owning them. Over the course of the next three minutes I managed to tie up Courfeyrac, Combeferre, Bousset, and Joly. My zebra neighed with triumph. I smiled. Grantaire looked at his comrades and slurred, "You're in on it too? Ah, the more the merrier!"
I cringed at the thought but carried on nonetheless. It wouldn't be so bad to have Courfeyrac. But all of them at once? Never. Too much chaos. While I was in the midst of my thoughts Joly and Bousset managed to free themselves. I was annoyed by it but shrugged it off, besides, Joly would probably be constantly complaining that I was making him sick. I looked up ahead of me to see if we were nearing the street of my flat and I saw Feuilly. Losing no time I tied him up with the others. I looked up ahead again and instead of seeing my street in sight I saw Enjolras. Unfortunately, he also spotted me. Seeing what I had done to his friends he ran. My zebra and I followed with some of the Amis in tow. While we were running I noticed how stunningly gorgeous the fearless leader was with the wind blowing through his golden locks, his icy blue eyes peering back at me to see how close I was. This went on for four minutes straight and then, just as suddenly as I first saw him, I lost him. I tied my zebra to a handy lamppost and looked around for Enjy. When I got back from looking for the flabbergastingly beautiful revolutionary I found him debating whether or not to free Grantaire. When Enjolras caught sight of me he quickly cut the rope and ran away with R. All of them were gone. I sighed heavily. My zebra whined. It was just my luck. But life goes on. After all, if I couldn't own them, I could at least stalk them. ~Fin
A/N: This was written slightly before Christmas break for Algebra I assignment. This assignment was something for fun (and how to interpret graphs.but no matter). Mind you, this story was also read out loud.BY MY TEACHER (who had not read it prior to reading it to the class) and I was questioned multiple times for my sanity. This was also, on a later date read in my World History class. Which never made my teacher question my sanity - he knows better, but he did tell me that I should take up French at a second language because I pronounced all the names so well (when he was reading it he was questioning me on pronunciation). So anyway, have as much fun reading this as I did writing it and review!
I began my walk in Paris of the Rue de Chanviere. As I was walking I spotted a man stumbling out the door of a café. "Bonjour Monsieur!" I cried out. Walking up to him, I asked if he needed any assistance. It was only then that I realized who this was. It was none other than Grantaire! Drunk off his ass! (My teacher so kindly omitted that line). Not one to lose time I summoned my pet zebra that came to me carrying ropes in his mouth. I took one of the ropes and swiftly tied Grantaire to my zebra. Being the inebriate he is, Grantaire spoke to me in a voice that was probably to him seductive, to me slurred and mumbled.
"Ah, Ma Cherie. You like me so much you want to take me home, no? Well then, on with it." And he gave me a childish smile. I reciprocated with a devilish grin and began onward. Fast approaching the café Musain I spotted more French revolutionaries. I thought quickly, and decided to take them all captive. After all, the next best thing to stalking revolutionary French boys is owning them. Over the course of the next three minutes I managed to tie up Courfeyrac, Combeferre, Bousset, and Joly. My zebra neighed with triumph. I smiled. Grantaire looked at his comrades and slurred, "You're in on it too? Ah, the more the merrier!"
I cringed at the thought but carried on nonetheless. It wouldn't be so bad to have Courfeyrac. But all of them at once? Never. Too much chaos. While I was in the midst of my thoughts Joly and Bousset managed to free themselves. I was annoyed by it but shrugged it off, besides, Joly would probably be constantly complaining that I was making him sick. I looked up ahead of me to see if we were nearing the street of my flat and I saw Feuilly. Losing no time I tied him up with the others. I looked up ahead again and instead of seeing my street in sight I saw Enjolras. Unfortunately, he also spotted me. Seeing what I had done to his friends he ran. My zebra and I followed with some of the Amis in tow. While we were running I noticed how stunningly gorgeous the fearless leader was with the wind blowing through his golden locks, his icy blue eyes peering back at me to see how close I was. This went on for four minutes straight and then, just as suddenly as I first saw him, I lost him. I tied my zebra to a handy lamppost and looked around for Enjy. When I got back from looking for the flabbergastingly beautiful revolutionary I found him debating whether or not to free Grantaire. When Enjolras caught sight of me he quickly cut the rope and ran away with R. All of them were gone. I sighed heavily. My zebra whined. It was just my luck. But life goes on. After all, if I couldn't own them, I could at least stalk them. ~Fin