avenir
[av(ə)niʀ}
"The future"
Avenir is an Unnamed from the dystopian society of Marseille who is doomed to a life of hardship after experiencing a tragic event at the hands of the Marseille police force. Once she discovers a chance to better her...
This one's a longer one but a fun one! Hope you enjoy! And if it would be easier if it were split into two parts, comment below!
~Vive La France~
The next morning, I awoke and they were gone.
I leapt up, and a note fluttered down onto the floor. It had seemed someone had placed it on me while I was sleeping. Why hadn't they just woken me up?
I read the note from Courfeyrac:
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I smirked. Of course they wouldn't want me discovering the back room of the café! But I wasn't about to argue a trip to the Musain.
Courf had left his pocketwatch on the table next to the couch, and I read it. 8 AM.
I quickly left the apartment, eager to go to the café and also eager that these were my last moments in my tattered dress. In the next hour, I would be a student! As I walked, I thought of the kindness of Marius and Courfeyrac, and I sang:
Suddenly you're here Suddenly it starts Can three anxious hearts beat as one? Yesterday I was alone Today you both are beside me Something still unclear Something not yet here has begun.
Suddenly the world Seems a different place Somehow full of grace, full of light How was I to know that so much hope was held inside me? What has passed is gone Now we journey on through the night
How was I to know at last that happiness can come so fast? Trusting me the way you do I'm so afraid of failing you I'm still just a child; I cannot know that danger follows where I go There are shadows everywhere And memories I cannot share
Nevermore alone Nevermore apart You have warmed my heart like the sun. You have brought the gift of life And hope so long denied me.
Suddenly I see What I could not see Something suddenly Has begun...
I had reached the café, and entered, eyes scanning for any of the students. No one. In fact, not many people were there. I went up to the bartender, a young girl with fiery red hair. "Is Madame Hucheloup here?"
A burly woman burst out from the back. "Someone call?" she barked.
"Hello. Courfeyrac sent me, I'm a friend."
She smiled. "'Ain't that nice. What can I do for you? Breakfast on the house? Done!" she called, hurrying to the back. I stared at the bartender again. She stared back, and for good reason. My tattered dress must have been a sight to see.
Madame returned with a creamy éclair and a glass of milk. "Sit anywhere you want, honey!" she hollered.
I peered just to the right of the bar, down a long, dark hallway.
