Born Again

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Hello again! I've been working on a lot of stories recently, but I am not able to publish any of them for the time being (cover idea problems). I promise one of them will be uploaded by this friday, and if not, next friday. This story wouldn't have been published today if it wasn't for @cassystarkrp_ for giving me a title name. @walkingincircles on fanfiction.net helped me out with the storyline. We were talking about Les Miserables, and this story came up. Hope you enjoy, and, well, criticize if you feel the need to, and, yeah. I believe that's it, so... Read away.

The school bell suddenly rang, letting out all of the students to their next class. Right when they heard the bell ring, they grabbed their backpacks and ran out of the classroom, except Marius.

“Mr. Valjean, I loved your lesson today.” Marius said, walking up to the teacher.

“You say that every day. What do you want, extra credit?” Jean Valjean asked, annoyed with his student’s constant praise: it had been pleasant at the start of the school year, but now it was just getting obsessive.

“No, not at all sir. I just want to point out your genius.” Marius said, a strange smile on his lips.

“Okay. Go to your next class. I don’t want to be the cause of you being late to your next class.” Jean Valjean said, organizing the papers on his desk.

“I don’t care if I am. I would love to just stay here with you.” Marius said, walking out of the classroom dreamily. Professor Valjean looked at the student strangely, before continuing with his organization.

Jean Valjean just kicked Marius out, so Marius doesn’t get into trouble.

Marius’ next class was forensic science. His teacher was a teacher that Marius completely disliked. The teacher’s name was Javert. No one liked him, so no one cared to remember his last name.

“Marius, you’re late again. Why is that?” Professor asked.

Marius didn’t answer because he was busy thinking of Jean Valjean. Marius sat at his spot and barely decided to listen to the lesson Professor was teaching above. Marius would listen every once in awhile, but then Professor would be talking about different fingertips, so Marius would think “what is Professor Valjean’s fingertips” but then lost interest.

Marius fell asleep thinking of Professor Valjean, but woke up with Professor Javert hitting him on the head with a ruler.

“Pay attention mister Pontmercy.” Javert said.

Marius then stayed awake the rest of the class, but as soon as the bell rang, he ran out. He went to his locker to put his school materials into it, and taking out his lunch card. He ran to the lunch line in hope of finding Jean Valjean there, dining.

Marius ran into line, finding no Valjean in sight. He saw groups of students around the room. He witnessed everyone talking and laughing with their friends, or sitting alone eating lunch.

Marius got his funky looking lunch and sat at the same table as he did everyday with his friend.

“Marius, hey.” Enjolras said as soon as Marius sat down next to him.

“Hey.” Marius said with a depressed expression.

“Professor Valjean is not here is he.” Enjolras said, as if each time Marius is upset it is because Valjean is not around.

“How did you know?” Marius asked.

“Hey guys.” Eponine said, walking up to the table and sitting in front of Enjolras.

“Hi Eponine.” Marius said without looking up to her.

Marius started to zone out of the rest of the conversation. He couldn’t hear anything, let alone care. All he did for the rest of the lunch period was eat and think. He didn’t know what to do with his life, other than to admire Jean Valjean. What else is there in life, he thought, than Jean Valjean?