Chapter One
Éponine's POV
I walk alone down the streets of Paris, smoking a cigarette. I know they're bad for you and that they destroy your lungs but there are days when I simply cannot last without having one. My dusty brown combat boots are splattered with mud. My ragged dress is covered by a brown trench coat. My hair is up in a messy bun. I honestly am looking a bit homeless today. Maybe because I am. I have lived on the streets since I was 9. Sure, there are some homeless shelters around but I honestly can't stay in one place for a long time. My parents are a part of a big, international crimering and I wanted out. They sent me to do their biddings for awhile there. Not anymore. I've left them. I lived with my friend Marius for a bit. But he is in love with some bourgeois named Cosette. And...I'm in love with him. But, I've accepted the fact I'm on my own. I'm not really paying attention to where I'm going and I run into someone. I look up.
"Sorry…" I mumble. I ran into this guy with this annoyingly bright red jacket, colors have never really been my thing, sure he was attractive but he has this sort of cocky smirk, that makes me tremble with anger. He's on an iPhone, not paying attention either.
"No, no I'm sorry." He says.
"Well, bye." I say, starting to walk away, clutching my satchel, in case he decides to steal it for some reason.
"Hey, I'm Enjolras." He calls after me.
"Éponine!" I say turning around and laughing.
