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Chapter 11

Eponine attempted to fake a smile, "Enjolras is nice, but I know he's not interested in being in love right now, he has a lot going on."

"Oh well, I would like to get to know him, find out what he's hiding." Cosette said with a wink. Azelma crashed through the door, twirling like a princess, ending with a curtsie and a royal wave.

"You look beautiful Azelma! I love the color. You must keep it!" Cosette said reaching out to feel the fabric.

Eponine just wanted to get out of there. She was upset with Cosette, but mostly herself. Why was she so stupid? She shouldn't have brought Enjolras here, than Cosette would have never met him. Eponine jumped from the chair she was sitting in, "Azelma I didn't even notice the time, we must be getting home to Gavroche."

"Couldn't we stay for a little long 'Ponine?"

"No Azelma, we must go," Eponine said teeth clenched. She grabbed Azelma's wrist and started pulling her towards the door, "Bye Cosette, it was nice to see you."

"Thank you for everything!" Azelma seconded as she was pulled out the door. When they reached the street Azelma pulled her arm back, crossing it with the other across her new green dress that she was still wearing. She pouted and Eponine could tell it would be a long quiet walk home, and she let herself get lost in thought. She knew Cosette wasn't trying to do any harm, but she was. Cosette was rich and beautiful, and Eponine was a no one. What chance would she have? Not to mention what it would do to Marius. Poor Naive Marius! The two seemed to be getting along so well, she thought that it would be love in no time. But with all these thoughts in her head she couldn't help but realize what a changed person Cosette is now compared to the meek child she was then. Eponine found herself in a distant memory, blurry with almost ten years of age:

Mama was yelling at Cosette again, but what else was new? I was playing in the other room listening to the shouts. Cosette was my age, but Mama told me not to be nice to her. So we couldn't ever be friends. Mama said she was dirty and she would get me dirty if I played with her. She told Azelma the same thing. She didn't have to tell Gavroche though, he was just a baby. I had to watch Gavroche sometimes, but normally Mama made Cosette do that too. One time I asked Mama if she could have another baby for me to play with. She had said that if she had another baby, she wouldn't keep it, three was enough. She said she would throw it in the river, but then she said never mind, I'll throw myself in the river instead to get away from you all. I cried for a week after that. I wanted a baby of my own! But Mama said if I kept crying she would make me work like Cosette and I would be a little dirty girl. I figured that must be why Cosette was dirty, because she did cry an awful lot. Azelma and I's bedroom was underneath Cosette's room in the attic. Every night she cried and cried. She would scream for her mama, just like a little baby. Azelma and I would make fun of her sometimes, but eventually the joke got old and we decided to do something else. When Mama left Cosette after yelling, I snuck into the room Cosette was in.

"May I have Gavroche?" I asked. Cosette nodded her head solemnly. She was a skinny girl. Tinier than Azelma and I. She wore the old clothes we had long grown out of. I picked up Gavroche and put him on my hip, "Are you ever hungry Cosette?"

She didn't answer me, but looked up from scrubbing the floor with deep sunken eyes. She didn't have to answer for me to know what she wanted to say. Mama didn't feed her often or really anything good when she did and I knew she must want more food. Her crying kept me up at night, so I decided to strike her a deal, "I was thinking Cosette, if you stopped crying at night, maybe, maybe I could sneak you some food."

An open mouthed Cosette gave a nod and maybe even a small smile, and went back to work. I kissed Gav on the cheek and sat him back down; then I went on my way.

That night Cosette was as quiet as she had ever been. She did whine and whimper, but not bad enough to bother me. The next morning I cut the crust from my bread and kept it in my apron pocket. When I knew my Mama and Papa were occupied, I snuck Cosette the bread crust. For maybe the first time ever, Cosette talked to me, under her breath, she muttered, "Thank you."

Cosette and I did this for many weeks. It didn't make us friends, we simply relied on each other to meet our needs. Life went on. Gavroche learned to walk, Azelma celebrated her birthday, and papa ran our inn, just like usual. Feeding Cosette had become a part of my daily routine.

One day, it was awfully quiet around the inn. Mama had yelled at Cosette to fetch water and I was on the floor with Gavroche, playing with a toy of his. It was taking Cosette longer than usual and Mama was getting impatient. Mama said Cosette should be home by now. She shouldn't leave us waiting. Soon after Mama had said it, Cosette came through the door. She was with an older man, probably a few years older than papa. Cosette was smiling and giggly. The man said she was going to take Cosette away. Mama called Papa into the room, and told me to take Azelma and Gav upstairs. I looked at Cosette one more time before I went. This was the last time I ever saw Cosette. When Mama said I could come back down, the two were gone. Mama said she needed that little brat, and shouldn't have let her go. Mama said I would be the new Cosette. I had to clean the house and watch the kids. I tried to tell Mama that I had been good, I wasn't bad like Cosette. I didn't cry. Mama just told me that being good doesn't get you anywhere in life. Anywhere at all. She said smart is what I should've been. Then she told me to sweep the floors.

Eponine couldn't help but feel bitter at the thought of that day. Both her life and Cosette's changed that day, one for the better, one for the worst. Eponine also realized that Cosette must be so friendly to Eponine now, because of the small service she did her as a child. Eponine always thought she was cold towards Cosette, but it was probably the most kindness anyone had shown her the whole time she had lived with the Thenardiers. But it hadn't made them friends, but somewhere in Cosette's mind they were. Eponine was still angry with Cosette for well, everything, but remembering her horrid past, Eponine tried to forgive her. Eponine now knew she must do something, before it was too late.

Okay guys, what are your thoughts? Should I do more chapters like this?

I also wanted to tell my readers (I love you all by the way) that I'm in a play opening in about two weeks (Any other Theater kids here? I assume since this is a Les Mis fanfiction) and I'm also starting another play (which just happens to be the one and only Les Miserables) but my point is, I'm going to be really busy. And I mean REALLY BUSY. I'm not to worried about actually writing, because I write it down in a notebook first, which I can do almost anywhere. It's typing and uploading I'm worried about. So let's just see how it all works out. Review! I love to hear from you guys! If I haven't talked to you before, I would love to now!