A/N: I was bored. I was thinking of stories to tall my algebra teacher that would explain where my algebra homework was. This was one of them.
It was a happy, sunny day. I was walking down the street singing. "Lalalala," I sang. Out of no where, there was a blue flash of light, and I fell in a mud puddle. When I looked up, Enjolras, from Les Miserables was standing in front of me. I decided that I was either crazy, or in fanfiction land.
There were a million questions I could have asked him. Some example: 'Why are you here?' 'Could you possibly help me and my friends start a revolution?' or 'Are you doing anything Friday night?' Instead I screamed "TAKE ME WITH YOU!!!!!!" There was obviously some language barrier, because instead of lifting me out of the mud and whisking me away to France, he picked my notebook out of the dirt.
He began flipping through it. "Ah," he said. "Aquí esta."
For some reason Enjolras was speaking Spanish. I was fine with that. He began speaking very quickly, and I got out my Spanish-English dictionary. He was something like, "Graphing linear equations will be very important in the new Republic of France." He took my algebra homework and disappeared into the time-space continuum.
So, that's why I don't have my homework. I'd give it to you, honestly, but it's in 19th century France!
A/N: Random enough? Stupid enough? I had to much coffee this morning. Did any of you know that Grantiare was human? I'm just finding this out now.