'Dear madame wisel.' Eponine rolled her eyes at the misspelling. 'I regret to inform you that your submission to the Marius Pontmercy fan club has been revoked. Sorry, but you're just not cool enough. Sincerely, Courfeyrac' Eponine crumpled the letter in her hand and threw it in the air, in rage, and screamed to the top of her lungs; "OH WOE IS ME!"

Just as she turned to punch her blow-up Enjolras punching bag, her little brother, Gavroche walked inside the house, bouncing a bouncy-ball, singing a tune that may be farmiliar if you watch Dora. "I love my ball! My bouncy ball! I love my ba-ba-ba-ball!"

Eponine was disgusted at his childish joy, and decided to end it. Pulling out her crossbow, she aimed it at him, but just as she shot the arrow, her father rode past on a Segway. And instead of hitting Gavroche, the arrow flew straight into the tire of her father's Segway, therefore, dis-inflating it, and giving him a flat tire. She watched as her father gave an enraged screech and ran into the kitchen to go tell Eponine's mother what she had done. Thinking fast, Eponine jumped up, grabbing hold of the zip-line that was conveniently installed in the room, and zip lined out the window.