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The thirteen-year-old walked down the streets of the Slums. Her shoes making a clicking sound as they hit the cobblestone ground. Elizabeth's destination was the Café Musain, where the other Amis met every night. She entered and made her way upstairs taking a seat at the table near the window, it was where Joly, Grantaire, and Marius sat every single night. She knew she was early, the meeting didn't start for another hour or so. So Elizabeth pulled a book out of her satchel and began reading. The book was rather intriguing, it was a simple love story by Gaston Leroux.
"I love that book!" a voice said. Elizabeth's head snapped up to see Jehan smiling down at her.
"It certainly is a lovely book," She said "It is one of my favorites," Jehan sat down next to her.
"What are you doing here so early Elizabeth?" Asked he.
"Oh well...um, I don't know where Enjolras went after the rally so I just... came here." She answered. Jehan nodded his head.
"The Phantom of the Opera is one of my favorites," He said. Elizabeth smiled to herself knowing that he always changed the subject they were talking about every two minutes. "It is one of the best love stories I have ever read!"
"I always wish the Phantom and Christine got together in the end, they just seemed so right for each other." The conversation went on, until the others came in to the Musain.
"Elizabeth!" Her brother said upon coming up the stairs. "Where were you?" He said coming up to her. Looking at the two siblings was a funny sight to see, Enjolras always towered over his sister when they talked. But Elizabeth was always just as feisty.
"I was here," she said standing up from her chair. "I didn't know where you had gone off too, so I didn't want to bother myself looking for you when I know you would be here at exactly 7 o'clock."
"Enjolras! I need you to look over these plans!" Combeferre shouted from the table in the corner, saving Elizabeth from her brother. Enjolras left Elizabeth at went over to Combeferre. She sighed as she sat back down.
"You know he's just trying to protect you," Joly said, taking a sip of his wine.
"I know," Elizabeth mumbled, "It's just...sometimes I think he is too protective."
"Well, he is your brother," Joly added.
"Marius you're late!"Enjolras shouted from across the room. Elizabeth turned to see Marius' freckled face go white. He quickly scurried to the table where Elizabeth, Joly, and a very drunk Grantaire were seated.
"What's wrong today?"Elizabeth asked, "You look as if you've seen a ghost."
"Some wine and say what's going on?" Grantaire said handing the boy a glass of wine.
"A ghost you say, a ghost maybe," Marius said, gazing off into the distance, "She was just like a ghost to me. One minute there, then she was gone."
"I am agog," Grantaire snickered, "I am aghast, Is Marius in love at last? I've never seen him ohhhh and ahhhh." The room roared with laughter. 'You talk of battles to be won." Grantaire stood up, pointing his wine bottle to Enjolras.
"R," Elizabeth hissed, pulling on his coat to sit down.
"And here he comes like Don Juan!" Grantaire exclaimed, ignoring Elizabeth. "It's better than an opera!" he plopped back down in his chair. Enjolras walked over to their table and pulled up a chair in between Marius and his sister.
"It is time for us all to decide who we are," said he, "Do we fight for a right to a night at the opera now? Have you asked of yourselves what's the price you might pay? Is it simply a game for a rich young boy to play? The colors of the world are changing day by day. Red - the blood of angry men. Black - the dark of ages past. Red - a world about to dawn. Black - the night that ends at last!" Enjolras got up from his chair and went to walk away but Marius caught his arm.
"Had you been there today you might know it feels," Said Marius, "To be struck to the bone in a moment fo breathless delight," Enjolras scoffed at this and went to walk away again, but Marius stopped him. "Had you been there today you might also have known. How the world may be changed in just one burst of light! And what was right seems wrong and was wrong seems right."
"Red!" Grantaire shouted, standing up.
"I feel my soul on fire!" Marius responded.
"Black!" The other Amis, including Elizabeth, exclaimed.
"My world if she's not there!"
"Red!"
"The colour of desire!"
"Black!"
"The colour of despair!" Marius finished.
"Marius," Enjolras sighed, "You're no longer a child, I have no doubt you mean it well. But now there is a higher call! Who care about you're lonely soul? We strive towards a larger goal, our little lives don't count at all!"
"Red!" Enjolras shouted.
"The blood of angry men!" Everyone cheered.
"Black!"
"The dark of ages past!"
"Red!"
"A world about to dawn!"
"Black!"
"The night that ends at last!"
"Listen everybody!" Courfeyrac shouted, who was standing next to Gavroche.
The street urchin shouted, "General Lamarque is dead!"
Chapter 2! Hope you guys enjoyed it. Please review and follow the story! Let me know if there are any errors.
-Broadwaykid1832