Alya slapped her forehead with her hand, grimacing as the blow stung her skin, "Girl, are you SERIOUS, you are such a klutz sometimes! Come on out.", "No!", Marinette squeaked. Needless to say, Alya was not impressed, she barged in to the toilet stall and gasped at the mess. For the second time that week, Marinette had managed to spill her coffee on herself, but today was much worse, today, Marrinette's white shirt was indistinguishable underneath a humongous brown stain, her jacket a mess of mud coloured liquid, and her leggings, the pale crème pink she had chosen for today, looked more like she had skinned a pig and plastered the grisly wrappings on her legs, "what happened," gasped Alya "you look like a mess!", Marrinette's eyes filled with tears, "it was Lila," she said, "she stuck out her foot and tripped me." Alya scoffed," come on girl, Lila wouldn't do that". For a split second, Marinette considered transforming and telling everyone what a liar Lila was, but then she realised Alya was still prattling on about how, Lila wouldn't do that, you have no proof, saying this for the 50th time, la dee da dee da oink oink a pig says oink, old MacDonald had a farm, little bo peep lost her sheep, stuff Marinette had heard so many times it was permanently imprinted on her thoughts. Gathering up her stuff (and her brain) Marinette shortly informed Alya that she was going home to change and to tell Mrs Bustille that she would be absent for first period.