Little Phantom on Adventure

A new world?

I looked around, as I stepped out of the opera house. I felt my stomach grumbling, I was most definitely hungry.

" 'Ow do ya do my name is Gavroche!" A kid, maybe 10 years old? Yells loudly to a bunch of people. I slowly move towards the crowd to get a better view of  'Gavroche.'

"These are the people, here's my patch!" He indicates someone behind him. 

"Not much to look at, nothin' posh! Nothin' that you'd call up to scratch!" He said, clearly annoyed that the crowd of 'posh' people left.

"This is my school my 'high society! From Skt Denis to Skt Michelle! We live on crumbs of humble piety! Tough on the teeth but what the hell!"

He said, clearly quite lost since the only people left were peasants and then me.

"If you're poor, if you're free... Follow me..... FOLLOW ME!" He yells running of, clearly getting his confidence back.

I follow Gavroche together with a large group of peasants and find myself before a group of young men. 

"Where the leaders of the land! Where the swells who run this show!" A young man started of by shouting.

"Only one man and that Lemarque! Speaks for the people here below!" Another guy yells.

"Lemarque is ill and fading fast, won't last the week out so they say! With all the anger in the land! How long before the judgement date? Before we cut the fat ones down to size!!" A new man yells, indicating some fat people.

"Before the Barricades arise!!" The first man yells.

The beggars slowly leave, but I stand before the men, clearly revolutionaries, and Gavroche. I was still hungry.

"Can I help you." Revolutionary number 2 asks me politely.

"Uhm... Something to eat... I am starving." I said, feeling ashamed. 

The guys behind him laughed a bit, and Gavroche came to me, handing me a small piece of bread. 

" 'ere 'ou go!" He said. I smiled gratefully at the kid, taking the little piece. 

"where did you get that Gav?" Young man number three asked Gavroche.

"Stole it from the gutter!" He said and looked towards me to see my reaktion, probably fearing that I would spit the bread out, but I just ate it, I had lived in the catacombs my whole life, some stale bread wouldn't put me off!

"It's not that bad considering where you got it from." I said, making the revolutionaries chuckle.

"I'm Emma." I said, smiling and extending my hand. 

"Marius Pontmercy" The second guy said, taking my hand, kissing it.

"Gavroche!" Gavroche said, spitting in his hand then taking mine. I tried not to pull a face.

" I am Courfeyac." The third guy said taking my hand, clearly disgusted by Gavroche's spit, since he wiped his hand off in the first guy. 

" And I'm Enjolras." he said, taking my hand, not caring that Gavroche had spitted in it, moments before.

I blushed, "Emma." I said again, forgetting that I had said my name once. Even though Marius was my favorite character, I had this huge crush on Enjolras, now I was meeting him, it was like a second dream come true.

"Why do you wear a mask?" Gavroche asked me, curiously, I bit my lip, not wanting to talk of my deformity that looked similar to dads. Enjolras looked, disapprovingly, down on Gavroche, who pulled his tongue at the older boy.

"Emma, you don't have to answer that, I mean, if you'r not wanting to talk about it."

I blushed, thankful that the mask covered most of it.

It couldn't be.. I couldn't be...

No.

No.

No.

I could not be falling in love with Enjolras! He was the marble man! The man of stone! He would NEVER , feel anything, for anyone, he only loved France.

"Come with us."

I knew that we were going to café Mùsain, or the ABC café, the walk there was silent.

I was used to silence though. Dad wasn't the most talkative person... He would sometimes ask me to sing, sometimes he would take strolls with me around the lake, sometimes we had light talk conversations, other time deep, serious ones. But otherwise we were both quiet.

I stole glances at Enjolras the whole way, he had put up his mask again, his was stone cold, much like dads, whereas my mask was more; I have to hide my deformity, not scare people to death, like dads.

Stupid masks, first mine was ruining everything...

Now his...

Now his....