This is my first fanfic I actually post, hope you enjoy!
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Today was the most amazing day of her life! Not only was it Emma's 15th birthday, but she was leaving for Paris the next day. Blowing out the candles on her cake, she made her wish. Hoping that she would be the one to win the competition she's leaving for, a star-like gleam shown in her vibrant green eyes.
The distinguished fashion designer, Marinette (Dupain-Cheng) Kurtzberg, had created a competition for one child to become her pupil in the fashion career in the heart of France. The competition is open to all and anyone could join, if they are determined and hardworking enough. The competitors would compete with one another in every sort of challenge possible, from a simple swimsuit to the most elegant gown imaginable. Many were eliminated and those who rose up were going to Paris for the grand finales where Marinette herself was to determine the winner.
Emma was ecstatic when she learned that she was going to Paris. Her dreams of learning from and working with the famous French designer were more reachable than ever. Her mother always told her that she was the most creative and strong-willed then other kids her age and if she wasn't good enough to at least get to Paris then she didn't know who was. Emma always blushed and told herself it was just motherly love her mother spoke from and continued sketching a new design that she hoped would impress the judges.
That night, Emma couldn't sleep. All the excitement and sugar from the party had her on the roof, watching the stars and looking for the constellations that her brother had shown her years before. Her black-blue hair was swept up into a bun and her emerald-green eyes gazed at the stars with an unknown longing in them. She tugged on her blanket tighter as a cold breeze went by, shivering a little. Emma sighed and at last got up and made her way back to a balcony on the back of the house. Before she went back inside, Emma looked up once more towards the stars and whispered sadly, "I hope you can still see me in Paris, Luis." She turned and opened the French glass door, a tear trailing down her cheek.
The next day, Emma was as excited as the night before faded into her memory-the only trace was that she was wearing her brother's sweatshirt-A faded red with his graduation year in black on the back and a wolf design on the front. The airport was filled with noise as reporters tried to get pictures or interview the children going to the competition, with people moving around to get to their plane or meet family and friends waiting for them. Emma's parents couldn't go with her and arranged it so that she was staying with her Aunt and cousins that live there, but they wouldn't miss seeing their daughter off to (hopefully) her future. They had tears of joy in their eyes as they waved her farewell and said to call them when she got to her Aunt's house and to tell them everything that happens. Emma's own eyes flooded with joyful tears as she gave them one last hug before hurrying to her plan's gate, waving to her parents behind her.
Sitting back, Emma sighed and tried to calm her nerves and excitement, her leg bouncing with the energy she felt coursing through her body. As the plane started moving, she looked out the window and saw as everything flashed by and then grow smaller as they ascended into the sky. Emma's eyes widening as it was her first time leaving America; much less being on a plane. Opening her sketchbook to a blank page, Emma tentatively drew some lines before connecting her earbuds to her phone and played some music as the idea grew clearer in her mind, unaware of the person sitting next to her.
The man looked to be in his early thirties and handsome with his sun-kissed blonde hair and green eyes that shine with energy. He at first had no interest to the young, petite lady next to him and was going to read the magazine he brought with him when she opened her sketchbook and flipped through it. The drawings caught his attention from the corner of his eye and he turned his head for a better look. They were amazing, the lines precise and clear; the clothes themselves looked so real that all you had to do was reach out and you could take them. Unknowingly the man leaned in, causing Emma to shy away and shift towards the window. Conscience of how close he was, he blushed and pulled away.
"My apologies, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable...It's just that your designs are quite marvelous. They somewhat remind me of someone I knew." It was true, her designs were the best he had seen in a while and had a certain style that he knew. 'I haven't talked to her in at least...5? No ten years already!' the thought stayed for a moment before he caught the girl blush and say in a nervous voice, "Thank you Mr... uh, I'm sorry what's your name? I'm Emma Garner by the way." Pausing her music, Emma held out her hand and rose her head to meet his eyes. He took in a sharp breath when he saw her eyes. They were identical to his. Pushing past his shock, he gave Emma a small smile and replied, "Agreste, but you can call me Adrien."