A/N: Hello! This story is Les Miserables in modern times. All of the characters are living in various places in Louisiana.
Jack LeJean Jean Valjean
Inspector Elizabeth Denning Javert
Jack LeJean was born into a middle-class family in Baton Rouge. When he was eighteen his parents died, and he moved in with his twenty-seven year-old sister. She had a thirty year old husband, a couple kids. Over the next few years they raised him like he was one of their own children. When Jack was twenty-nine, his sister's husband was murdered on the streets. Jack's sister had no job, so he decided to support her, and her seven children. He could never get a steady job. He wasn't good with people. He hated them, to be honest. He thought all people (except his family) were morons.
Because he was never able to have a steady job, the LeJean family was soon in great financial trouble. They barley had enough money to feed the seven kids. On his way home from his latest job as a waiter in a local café, he passed a bread shop.
'What could it hurt?' He thought. Jack slipped over to the window of the bread shop. After searching around for a while, he found a large stone. He threw it into the window. One thing he had not counted on, was that the shop had an alarm system. As soon as the stone made contact with the glass, a loud siren was heard from inside.
"Shit!" he cursed. He reached in, cutting his arm on a piece of glass. He took a loaf of bread, hid it under his shirt, and tore down the street. When he entered his house he presented the bread to his sister as if it was a stick of gold.
"Where did you get it?" she asked, amazed.
"I.......I um.......I got my first paycheck today," he lied. "I bought this on the way home. Jack and his sister split the bread equally amongst the children. Jack gave his share to the youngest child that had recently caught pneumonia. Jack had no appetite.
The next day Jack woke up and saw a young woman, about the same age he was staring down at him. She had light brown frizzy hair pulled back into a neat pony-tail, and a look that clearly said 'You're in deep shit, LeJean'.
"Woah!" he wasn't expecting to wake up with a woman looking at him. "Who are you?"
"Inspector Denning, Baton Rouge Police Force," she answered. Jack's eyesight improved, and he saw that she was, indeed, wearing a police uniform.
"What're you doing here?" he asked her. Stupid question. He knew perfectly well why she was there.
"Stupid question." she told him. "You know perfectly well why I"m here."
"No I don't," he lied, afraid that the cop could read minds.
"Yes you do. I'm here to investigate a break-in at a local bakery," she paused and looked at his reaction. She continued, "Last night, the owner reported that his alarm system went off. He counted his bread and noticed a loaf was missing. Stealing is wrong. Don't you agree?" Jack nodded. "Good. I came here to ask you wife-"
"Sister," LeJean corrected.
"Sister. I came here to ask her if she saw anything. She was suspicious because you came home last night with a piece of bread and a cut arm." Jack gulped. His own sister ratted him out. Jack was proven guilty in a court of law. He was to spend the next five years in prison. He attempted to escape several times. None of his attempts worked. All they did was ern him fourteen more years in prison.
On the day of his release, two police officers approached him. They took him to Inspector Denning. She was wearing a long blue over coat that went down to her shins, and black high-heeled shoes.
"Inspector," the first cop announced. She turned around.
"Ah, LeJean," she grinned and sat down across from him.
"Am I leaving? Can I get back to my life?" a thousand questions raced through his mind.
"You're leaving," she told him.
'Yes!' he thought. 'I can start a new life! No one will ever know I was a criminal! I-' "Of course," Denning interrupted his thoughts. "You'll need this." She presented him with a yellow card. Jack had forgotten the fact that she could read his mind.
"What's this?" he asked.
Denning laughed. "Your yellow ticket of leave."
"Why do I have it?" he demanded.
"Let me explain," maybe all the prisoners were as dumb as she thought. "Whenever you lodge somewhere, or buy something, you have to present this card. It warns other people that you're a dangerous criminal, and-"
"I stole a loaf of bread!" Jack yelled.
"Do you want to get out now, or later?" she asked. Jack fell silent. The law kicked him out onto the Lake Charles streets.
A/N: Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! This is fun. Inspector Denning is based on my friend Lizzy. She loves Javert. My friends shall appear throughout the story.