A/N: Yippee! More random Mizzie-ness I am Fantine. Doesn't a diss Fanitne.

Kat KaplanFantine

Chris DiGregorioFelix Tholomyes

LenoreCosette

EmilyEponine

CarolineAzelma

Mr. Beauchamp/ Jack LeJeanM'sieur Madeline/ Jean Valjean

Kat fell in love with a handsome student from the University of New Orleans. His name was

Chris DiGregorio. She loved him with all her heart, and she believed her felt the same way about her. They spent a whole summer together. One morning, Kat woke to find that Chris was not there. She searched everywhere, but no one had seen him. She went back to their apartment, and found a piece of paper on the ground. She picked it up. It read:

Dear Kat,

I am sorry I had to leave you. My school year is starting up again, so I couldn't stay with you.

I will return to Slidell next summer.

My love,

Chris

Kat readthe letter over and over again. She couldn't believe it. Today was the day she was

Going to tell him about his child.

She had the child alone, and raised it alone. She named her baby girl Esperanza Lenore. She gave it her last name, Kaplan. She referred to the child by Lenore. She liked that name better then Esperanza.

One day she had taken Lenore to a park. There she met a mother with two children. The two girls were named Emily (the oldest) and Caroline (the youngest). The two mothers chatted. It turned out that the family Kat encountered kept in an inn. She begged them to keep Lenore for her. Kat could not afford to keep the child alive. They agreed to keep Lenore, as long as Kat payed them. She promised, and ran off to find work.

She found work in a factory in Lafayette. She worked fourteen hours a day for minimum wage, which was hardly enough to keep up with the demands for Lenore's medicine money. Everyone and a while, the foreman would slip her an extra bill or two. Kat figured he was just being nice to her, until he told her what he wanted in return.

"Kat," said the foreman one day after work. "I've been slipping you money for the past few weeks, and you haven't repaid me."

"Repaid you?" Kat was startled. "I didn't know you wanted me to pay you back. Once I'm caught up on my bills," Lenore's medicine money, "I'll pay you back."

The foreman laughed. He had a booming, wicked laugh, that made Kat cower in front of him. He pushed her into an ally way. "I don't want money," he grinned.

Kat suddenly understood. The foreman placed his arms around her waist. "No!" she screamed. "Stop! No! Sir, I'm sorry but, no. I'm not a prostitute!" she regained herself. "Sir, if this is what you want in return, though it pains me to say it, stop giving me extra cash." She freed herself from his grip and stormed out of the ally.

Without the foreman's tips, Kat couldn't pay for Lenore. She wasn't desperate enough to turn to prostitution. One day she got a letter from the inn, telling her that Lenore had caught some deadly illness, and needed medicine as soon as possible. She sat outside the factory reading the letter. A girl named Bridget sat beside her.

"What's that say?" asked Bridget.

"Nothing," Kat turned away to read the letter in private. Bridget peered over her shoulder.

"Lemme see!" demanded Bridget.

"It's nothing!" Kat walked away. Bridget jumped up and snatched the letter away.

Bridget laughed. She read, "Dear Kat, your child, Lenore is ill. Please send mon-" Kat attacked Bridget. The two bit, hit, and kicked each other, while being egged on by the other factory workers. The owner of the factory, Mr. Beauchamp, ran out, accompanied by the foreman, and tore the two girls apart.

"What happened here?" Beauchamp demanded. Kat opened her mouth to speak, but Bridget was faster.

"Kat has an illegal child," the street turned and looked at Kat. "It's all in this letter," Bridget presented the letter to the foreman.

"Yes, I do have a child, but she's legal," Kat lied. "Her father divorced me, and I haven't been able to pay for her. Some friends of mine are keeping her for me. All they ask for is a little help to pay for Lenore's medicine. The poor thing gets sick a lot."

"I leave this matter in your hand," said Beauchamp to the foreman as he went inside. The foreman nodded and turned to Kat.

"You expect me to believe that?" the foreman asked her. "For all I know, you've been paying for that brat through prostitution!"

"No!" Kat threw herself at the foreman's feet and wept. He kicked her off.

"Stick to your night job," he growled at her. The factory workers filed into the factory, leaving Kat alone to weep.

A/N: On that note, I'm not a prostitute, I just play one in a fanfic. I think Bridget is stalking me . . .