Chapter 2: I'm Just A Kid By Simple Plan
"On a stormy day, who is stronger, the oak tree or the reed?"
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"One, two, three replies. I better go home," Eponine told herself after counting the letters. This morning, Thenardier asked Eponine to get replies from his letters. She put them at the pocket of her coat and started to head home. Suddenly, she heard the gates from the university open.
'Dismissal,' She thought. A small smile crept to her lips. She was so hungry and even though she followed her father's orders, when she got home he wouldn't keep the promise of giving her something to eat for the rest of the week. Yes her mother might give her something to eat, but her father would take it away. She, Azelma and Gavroche were afraid that if they told on their father, they'd end up beaten half to death.
Eponine wanted to steal something. 'Great, Eponine Thenardier, you REALLY are your father's child.' She glanced at the students. They were all minding their own business.
'I won't get caught. I'll be really quick then I'm going home.' So, she quietly crept to a small group of young men and hid behind a giant oak tree. She glanced at them. One boy dropped his things, together with the wallet, on the bench in front of the tree.
'Perfect!' Eponine thought.
She took the wallet and ran away. A boy with straight black hair saw this and reacted quickly by dropping his things and running after her. His friends looked at him questioningly.
"Did I say something?" Marcellus Nathaniel Enjolras asked. "Why did Gorgibus leave? He forgot his things."
Soon, he came back with a girl.
"Oh, he's chasing after a girl he likes," Michel Alexander Joly muttered. Lawrence Gorgibus shot him a glare.
"My father is a member of the Police. He taught me how to stop criminals from getting away." He looked at Enjolras. "Enjolras, where's your wallet?" he asked.
Enjolras looked at his things under the bench and by the tree. His wallet wasn't there. He looked at Gorgibus. "Gorgibus, are you playing jokes with me? Give it back," Enjolras demanded.
"Enjolras, this beggar here stole it. Give it to him," Gorgibus spat icily. She gave it back, after realizing that she didn't have a choice. Enjolras checked if anything was missing.
"If you're going to be alright, I guess I better take this girl to justice." Gorgibus picked his things and dragged Eponine to...
- - -RUE DE PONTOISE, 14- - - 'Here we go again. I thought you said you wouldn't be caught? You might not get out of this one.' Eponine scolded herself. Inspector Gorgibus wasn't in so his son dragged her to Inspector Javert's office. Inside, Javert was writing his thoughts on his small journal.
"Yes?" Javert looked up. Eponine was looking around the office, then looked at Inspector Javert coldly.
"Fancy seeing you here Inspector Javert." Eponine spat. Javert shot her a glare.
"Inspector, I caught this street rat stealing from my friend," Gorgibus explained.
"Lock her up. She's staying here for tonight." Javert ordered; Gorgibus did as he was told and left after mouthing a "Bien, adieu."
- - -THE NEXT DAY- - -
"Alright, your time is up, gamine. Now get out!" Javert said icily.
Eponine stood up quickly. "I'd be more than happy to," She snarled and walked out of the door. She didn't realize that the letters fell from her pocket after she slammed the door angrily.
'Alright Eponine, enough is enough. You better go home. NOW!' She scolded herself.
- - -AT HOME- - -
"Where have you been?" Thenardiess asked.
"You don't want to know," Eponine groaned.
"So, where is it?" her father demanded. Eponine searched her pockets. 'Oh no. Where is it?' She thought.
She looked at her father. "Well?"
"I don't know," Eponine mumbled.
"What the hell do you mean you don't know?" The man in front of her was screaming now, the man in front of her was her father. She assumed someone had stolen the letters.
"I mean I don't know!" She screamed back "If I knew I wouldn't be looking for them, would I?!"
"Don't you use that tone with me! You better come clean with your language, you bitch!"
"Don't mind it! It's cleaner than my bed."
"That's it!"
She saw the hand raise, saw it come towards her as if in slow motion then as it struck time resumed its normal pace and she was on the floor. Before she knew it, she was dragged into the small corner. Her father was holding the door.
"You good for nothing bitch! You will pay for this insolence. You'll be locked in this corner for a month!" Without an explanation, he slammed the door.
"On a stormy day, who is stronger, the oak tree or the reed?"
- - - - -
"One, two, three replies. I better go home," Eponine told herself after counting the letters. This morning, Thenardier asked Eponine to get replies from his letters. She put them at the pocket of her coat and started to head home. Suddenly, she heard the gates from the university open.
'Dismissal,' She thought. A small smile crept to her lips. She was so hungry and even though she followed her father's orders, when she got home he wouldn't keep the promise of giving her something to eat for the rest of the week. Yes her mother might give her something to eat, but her father would take it away. She, Azelma and Gavroche were afraid that if they told on their father, they'd end up beaten half to death.
Eponine wanted to steal something. 'Great, Eponine Thenardier, you REALLY are your father's child.' She glanced at the students. They were all minding their own business.
'I won't get caught. I'll be really quick then I'm going home.' So, she quietly crept to a small group of young men and hid behind a giant oak tree. She glanced at them. One boy dropped his things, together with the wallet, on the bench in front of the tree.
'Perfect!' Eponine thought.
She took the wallet and ran away. A boy with straight black hair saw this and reacted quickly by dropping his things and running after her. His friends looked at him questioningly.
"Did I say something?" Marcellus Nathaniel Enjolras asked. "Why did Gorgibus leave? He forgot his things."
Soon, he came back with a girl.
"Oh, he's chasing after a girl he likes," Michel Alexander Joly muttered. Lawrence Gorgibus shot him a glare.
"My father is a member of the Police. He taught me how to stop criminals from getting away." He looked at Enjolras. "Enjolras, where's your wallet?" he asked.
Enjolras looked at his things under the bench and by the tree. His wallet wasn't there. He looked at Gorgibus. "Gorgibus, are you playing jokes with me? Give it back," Enjolras demanded.
"Enjolras, this beggar here stole it. Give it to him," Gorgibus spat icily. She gave it back, after realizing that she didn't have a choice. Enjolras checked if anything was missing.
"If you're going to be alright, I guess I better take this girl to justice." Gorgibus picked his things and dragged Eponine to...
- - -RUE DE PONTOISE, 14- - - 'Here we go again. I thought you said you wouldn't be caught? You might not get out of this one.' Eponine scolded herself. Inspector Gorgibus wasn't in so his son dragged her to Inspector Javert's office. Inside, Javert was writing his thoughts on his small journal.
"Yes?" Javert looked up. Eponine was looking around the office, then looked at Inspector Javert coldly.
"Fancy seeing you here Inspector Javert." Eponine spat. Javert shot her a glare.
"Inspector, I caught this street rat stealing from my friend," Gorgibus explained.
"Lock her up. She's staying here for tonight." Javert ordered; Gorgibus did as he was told and left after mouthing a "Bien, adieu."
- - -THE NEXT DAY- - -
"Alright, your time is up, gamine. Now get out!" Javert said icily.
Eponine stood up quickly. "I'd be more than happy to," She snarled and walked out of the door. She didn't realize that the letters fell from her pocket after she slammed the door angrily.
'Alright Eponine, enough is enough. You better go home. NOW!' She scolded herself.
- - -AT HOME- - -
"Where have you been?" Thenardiess asked.
"You don't want to know," Eponine groaned.
"So, where is it?" her father demanded. Eponine searched her pockets. 'Oh no. Where is it?' She thought.
She looked at her father. "Well?"
"I don't know," Eponine mumbled.
"What the hell do you mean you don't know?" The man in front of her was screaming now, the man in front of her was her father. She assumed someone had stolen the letters.
"I mean I don't know!" She screamed back "If I knew I wouldn't be looking for them, would I?!"
"Don't you use that tone with me! You better come clean with your language, you bitch!"
"Don't mind it! It's cleaner than my bed."
"That's it!"
She saw the hand raise, saw it come towards her as if in slow motion then as it struck time resumed its normal pace and she was on the floor. Before she knew it, she was dragged into the small corner. Her father was holding the door.
"You good for nothing bitch! You will pay for this insolence. You'll be locked in this corner for a month!" Without an explanation, he slammed the door.
