Who Am I From Les Miserables Novels & Stories

I suddenly asked, having no idea why I couldn’t keep my thoughts in. If he had someone, there was no way he would waste his time with me, but I was curious. He shook his head. “Actually, I am not from around here. I came on a business trip from a city close to Paris.” I gave him a questioning look. “You don’t have the French accent?” He chuckled. “Is it required for me to have?” “I mean…” I paused, realizing I was close to embarrassing myself. “Just forget I said that.” He nodded. “What about you? So…” he said after a moment. “Who made you cry tonight, Aurora?”

I cursed under my breath as I saw him heading for the table next to us. Great. -So you're from France," Louis commented, trying to make conversation. -That's right. -I'm from Scotland. -Why are you here? So far away," I looked at him a little more interested. He grimaces as if to play it down. -My parents and their jobs. I nodded in understanding.

"Why did you do that to me? Why does everybody treat me like sh*t!?" He actually seemed agitated. "You're from this city, aren't you? You are one of those rich people, aren't you? Well, I'll tell you where I'm from. I'm from a backwater village! I came from the poorest, dirtiest, lowliest, most backward slums! My dad abandoned my mom and me when I was a baby, and then she died when I was 6! I survived by eating anything I could stuff my mouth with, okay? How else did you think I even got to live!?

"I’ve known him my whole life, and I’ve seen him burn down villages without blinking. But you... you make him hesitate." I swallowed. "I didn’t do anything." He nodded. "Sometimes that’s all it takes." A pause passed between us. Then he asked, "Who are you, really? Where did you come from?" "I’m no one," I said, and it came out shakier than I meant. "I was raised here. In the kitchens. I don’t remember anything before that... I was too small when I came. Some say I was left at the back door one winter night and Mistress Tessa took me in. That’s all I’ve ever known."

Although he is sometimes mysterious, he is also a very romantic man and all this leads me to love him very much. Indeed, I come from a very poor family, and I am Haitian. It is thanks to a scholarship that I received that I arrived in France to continue my studies. My family lives in Haiti. I recognize that I am a lucky person because God has given me so many opportunities that I will be grateful to him for all my life.

“It's dangerous to be so close to the lake. You don't look well. Do you want me to call someone?” “Who are you?”, I ask, firmly, without uncrossing my gaze from his His expression is soft. “How rude of me. I'm James Lambert. I know Jean and all the politicians there”, his French is perfect, but there's a subtle hint of a foreign accent, which makes me narrow my eyes. “You're not from around here, are you?”, I ask, looking at him more closely. “No”, he smiles, “New York. Have you been there?”

The fact that I was sent back to my hometown to be raised by Grandmother… My food, clothing, housing, and transportation were much inferior compared to Belle… I earned a living by picking empty bottles, and my body was covered with scars.

I get the feeling they would help me go against grandda if I wanted to get out. We finish lunch not talking about heavy subjects. I learn how Lug Nut earned his patch trying to save Merigold from abduction. Earning him several cracked ribs and being knocked out. I learned he is from Louisiana which explains the southern accent and Merigold is from Alabama. I tell them a little of what it has been like growing up in a mafia family. I tell them about living in Ireland for most of my childhood. I even told them about the car accident that took my ma from me.

"You're just saying that because you're upset." "Or maybe I was thinking about it in the back of my head." He winces, and I hate that I hurt him, but I can't help myself. My head is spinning. Tobias and I come from opposite worlds, and I'm stupid, so fucking stupid, for realizing that now. No matter the dresses I wear or the makeup and hairdo, I will always be the girl from the slum with two alcoholic parents. I'm dirt, while Tobias is perfect and wealthy.

“Yeah, and as silly as it sounds, but I thought you made me so damn happy that you thought I was hot.” “You are. So tell me about France.” “I was just a young boy back then when a terrible accident happened that changed my life. An aristocrat explorer helped my mother and me. He took us into his custody ending up marrying my mother. Unfortunately, he got badly ill. He died when I was thirteen. He left all his wealth in my name. Mama managed his businesses with the help of his old business partners and trusted employees. Someone wouldn’t let us live in peace, though. So, Mama decided that I stay away from her for a while. That’s how I ended up here.” I gave her an abridged and less detailed v