day 11; little people

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  • Dedicated to Gavroche
                                    

Joan's P.O.V.

I woke up to some shouting. Correction; LOTS of little voices shouting, like childen. When did we let children join? Besides Gavroche if course. I rub my eyes. Wait, why are my hands so small? I run to the bathroom, I trip on my large trench coat, when did it get so big? A miniature Joly is there trying to check his tongue in the mirror. Trying because he stands on his tiptoes and keeps losing his balance. His clothes seem large and baggy, weird. I run around a bit more. I can see Eponine. Her face is round and childish. I can see curls peeping out from under a rather large cap, and she hides inside a big trench coat.

"What the? Eponine what happened?" I ask my voice high-pitched, and childish.

"I dunno! We just all turned into children again!" I run outside all my friends are sitting on random parts of the barricade, the only one who actually looks like he belongs here is Feuilly whose 15 at the moment! Actually it's almost funny. Who ever turned us into children confiscated our guns and replaced them with pillows, they also confiscated Grantiare's wine and replaced it with apple juice.

"AAAAAGAGAHHAGAHGAHAHAAAAGHGHHHHHHHHHHAGAAAAAGHHHHH!"

The boys scream.

"How will we defend our selves?!?"

"I'm allergic to peanuts!"

"I lost my teddy bear!!!" scream the boys.

"IWANTMYWINE!!!!!" Grantiare shouts over them all.

Ugh... I really hope this wears off soon. Miniature barricade boys=lots of ear piercing madness.

A.N. Maybe I'll do better next time...

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