Les Miserables Revolution

Chapter 8

*10 years later! New characters!*

*Gabrielle and Cosette are 19*

The beggars swarm the carriages of the rich. The rich whom hold their heads up so high. The rich whom turn a blind eye. They watch all the beggars. They watch the children. The children who wear no shoes. The children who wear rags. The children who have no parents.

The beggars want help. The rich do not want to provide it though. The faces of the sick are all plain in sight. The faces of the starving. Their faces don't even show the full amount of pain they're struggling through.

{Gavroche}

I got out of the elephant statue that overlooked the streets of Paris tentatively. I was keepin' an eye out for Javert. If he caught us, what'd he do?

"Come on boys!" I shouted to the other boys my age inside the elephant statue.

I grabbed the rope ladder I had made and climbed off of the elephant.

The people were all crowded in the street. They were begging all them rich folks for money. The rich wouldn't give in.

I ran around the streets. I grabbed a loaf of bread and took off running with it. Would they really arrest someone for stealing a loaf of bread? I didn't think they would.

I passed my sister as I was and smiled at her. It had been a day or two since I've last seen her, but that didn't matter. She'd be at the meeting tonight for the Les Amis de l'ABC. Marius would be there after all. She was in love with him. Stupid.

The other boys were slower than me. They couldn't quite catch up. I jumped on the back of one of the carriages. I rode it until I reached Café Musain. Then I jumped off.

I wandered up the stairs happily.

I saw Courfeyrac. Courfeyrac was my best friend. He's the one who introduced me to the gents of the ABC. He found me. I didn't officially live with him or nothing but I slept at his apartment sometimes.

He was the nicest of all of them.

I saw him staring out the window of the Café. He looked like he was planning something.

"Courfeyrac? You okay?" I asked him.

"Gavroche," he said happily turning towards me. "Perfect."

He had black hair and brown eyes. His skin was a middle tone of pale and tan.

"Y'know where Marius is?" I asked him.

"No, but you know your sister would know," he said in a teasing manner with a grin. I smiled too.

"Oh she would," I replied. It was funny how in love she was.

"I'll be stopping by the market in an hour. You comin'?" he asked.

"Sure!" I shouted. The market was fun. "I'll be back!"

I left the Café. It was dead and boring right then anyway. The only there was Courfeyrac oddly enough. I didn't question it.

I ran through the streets. I knew what I was gonna be doing. Jump a carriage.

I wasn't planning on thievin' from it. I just wanted to talk to the people. They'd be scared straight. A "street boy" jumping on their carriage talking' to 'em.

I smiled evilly to myself. They would be freaked! It would be hilarious!

I was running through the streets. A nine year old on the street wasn't anything to draw attention. Lots of kids were on the streets here. I guess there are more kids than parents in Saint Michele.