The attack mentioned in this chapter really did happen. On April 6th 2018, there was an attack in Mali on a (MINUSMA) resulting in the death of Niger Peace Keeper.
Ning Sun, known better as Peace Keeper, was watching the latest UN Security Council meeting, from her underground bunker home. The Security Council was up in arms about an attack that happened in Mali that had left one Peace Keeper dead.
Ning looked down at the report of what happened. In the late hours of Friday, the UN Security Council, after reviewing the reports of the attack, had offered their deepest condolences and sympathy to the family of the victim, as well as to the Government of Niger and to MINUSMA.
They praised to the peacekeepers who risked their lives in Gao and calling on the Malian Government to swiftly investigate the attack and bring the perpetrators to justice.
"This attack constitutes as both an act of terrorism and perhaps even war crimes once the ones responsible for the attack are tried. According to international laws, any act of terrorism on a peace mission, than all countries involved in the mission, are responsible for helping bring justice to the people hurt by the attack.
Okay, what else is there to consider. In accordance to the Agreement for Peace and Reconciliation in Mali, the government needs to improve security and prevent acts of terrorism, with the help of the UN, to bring a lasting peace while making the country stable for the citizens."
Ning turned away from the video feed and continued to review reports coming in. The peace mission in Mali was one of the most dangerous in the history. The G5-Sahel, the government party responsible for bringing peace and safety, to the Sahel region, are increasing their efforts to prevent cross border terrorism acts.
These attacks that have led to death of one hundred and sixty peace keepers so far, many killed in convoy attacks. With the increasing violence, the UN Security Council had agreed they needed more MINUSMA vehicles had the necessary capacities, including combat convoy companies, to fulfill its mandate and promote the safety and security of the United Nations peacekeepers, pursuant to Security Council resolution 2364 (2017).
"Fancy words and I'm in total agreement. There has been so much violence in that region. If it continues to spread farther, it might also reach disputed countries in other parts of Africa. The worst thing to happen would be if the entire continent fell into war and violence," Ning sighed as she laid the report down.
She started to pace, trying to relax. The peace mission in the Sahel region was vital to not only to the Mali security, but would go a long way in establishing peace in other countries on the continent. A peaceful Africa would be a big step in creating world peace.
Running her hand over her Kwami Charms, she started to wonder. Kwamiis, were little gods, abstract creatures that represent ideas and concepts. She knew what the seven Miraculous represented. Maybe the Miraculous Book could give her clues on how to use one of the Charms to introduce the concept of peace to the region. If only it wasn't on another continent at the moment.
Turning back to the video of the UN Security Council, it seemed that the attack had also once again brought up problems between Palestine and Israel, this time about, March of Return, a peaceful protest from Palestine. Only things got really out of hand with firebombs and tear gas.
Ning didn't fully understand what was going on, considering that the Gaza Strip problems, were constantly changing. All she knew for sure is that the Security Council was asked to help investigate attacks independently, but the US blocked the investigation.
While there were always problems going on in the world, and the UN did its best, but for the past few years it seemed that the world wanted more death and violence then it did peace and life.
Stomping out of the computer/library room, she flopped down on her couch. She covered her face with a pillow and screamed into it, before tossing it to the ground. Back to back peace mission, meeting a Marinette that was a Turtle, and helping out a tiny bit when that Marinette and the one she knew, were splintered.
"This has been a real nightmare lately that has left me exhausted! Ugh, all this thinking about a Guardian Marinette, is reminding me about my unhappiness with Master Fu lately," she groused.
She had read all the books about the different Kwamiis, about what they stood for and special abilities they had. She practiced everyday with the Charms. She even had chat sessions with Master Fu going over her lessons and enjoying his virtual company.
"If I admit to myself, I rather not be sent to Mali or Gaza to assist in the peace efforts there. I'm talented and certainly can handle a lot, but even I have to admit, I don't think I could make much of difference right now.
Honestly, I rather head back to Paris for a while. I think, no I know I'm ready to take on more responsibilities as an Apprentice. I need to show Fu he can trust me. That I'm ready for the next level in my apprenticeship."
The sounds of someone knocking on her secret door alerted her that someone was coming to visit. Probably to inform her what her new mission was.
Pushing herself up and out of the couch, she quickly fixed her hair and walked over to the staircase, ready to greet her visitor.
Meanwhile, in Paris, Adrien and Marinette were at a meeting with Master Fu, as he discussed with them a plan to see if Gabriel Agreste was Hawkmoth.
Of course Adrien protested, saying that just because he had the Miraculous Book, didn't mean he was Hawkmoth. His father was not a criminal mastermind, he had a fashion company to run!
Master Fu took a sip of his tea before placing it back down on the table. "I understand you reluctance Adrien. While the Miraculous Book is a key clue, there are other clues that point to him. You mentioned that he traveled to Tibet and purchased the book there."
Adrien nodded and asked why that was important. They had the Miraculous Book, why did it matter where his father got it?
"It matters young wielder, because there was a sanctuary for Guardians in Tibet. According to what Ning found when she was in Italy, the Miraculous Book made it to Tibet, but not to the sanctuary. Why was that?" Wayzz asked the boy.
"Maybe it got lost in the mail?" Adrien tried to joke. When the others frowned at him, he looked down at the floor.
Marinette placed her hand over his and smiled at him. "I know this is scary to think about, but a lot of clues do lead to your father. His logo is a butterfly, he has a job that gives him the freedom and creativity to create akumas. He doesn't leave the house often does he?"
Adrien shook his head, but pointed out that her parents didn't leave their bakery often either. It didn't mean they were super villains. His girlfriend, bit her lip, as if she wanted to say something, but was fearful of how he would react.
Taking a deep breath, Marinette let it out. "I'm not sure I should mentioned this, but it might be helpful to us. Remember, how I was splintered and merged with all my other souls?"
The others nodded and Adrien even grimaced. He still was having trouble accepting with what had happened and that a person could have more than one soul. He wasn't sure he wanted to meet his other souls. He liked being the only Adrien Agreste.
"While we were connected, I was able to see and experience my other sides' memories. In a few of them, Hawkmoth was identified as Gabriel Agreste." She held up a hand to stop Adrien's protests.
"I know what you're going to say, just because he's Hawkmoth in other versions of life, doesn't mean he is here. Still, we need to check this out, if only to prove he isn't involved."
The Kwamiis agreed it was vital to find out the truth. Especially, when Plagg pointed out ,it would be really dangerous for Adrien at home. if this turned out to be true.
Master Fu warned them to be careful. If Hawkmoth suspected they were in the area looking for him, he knew the villain would make his kwami suffer.
A few minutes later Chat Noir and Ladybug were making their way towards the Agreste mansion. The plan was simple. Run a recon, check to see if Adrien's father had added anything new to his security system. After gathering the intelligence they would make a plan to get inside and search.
"So, how to do you want to go about this My Lady? One of us doing a recon, the other on figuring out the security system?"
"You're in charge of this mission Chat Noir. You know this place better than anyone else. What do you think is best?" she replied.
Chat Noir thought about it for a few minutes. He knew more about the security system because of his father's lectures about how well protected the house was compared to the rest of the world.
As for the house itself, he wasn't sure if he knew it as well as he thought. He remembered a few years back there had been some reconstruction on the house. During the reconstruction his mother had taken him to the countryside for a few weeks to enjoy the fresh air. There could be rooms he didn't know about.
So he gave the recon mission to Ladybug and decided to check out the security system himself. He pole vaulted over to his mansion and landed on the back wall, crouching to make himself smaller.
Carefully, he made his way across the wall studying the yard, his cat vision trying to spot any discrepancy that might reveal a hidden security trap. So far, nothing was standing out.
As he continued his search, hope was rising in his heart. If he couldn't find any new additions to the security system, then it proved his father was very overprotective and paranoid, but not Hawkmoth!
"Don't eat your cheese yet kid. Just because you haven't found anything yet, it doesn't mean that there isn't something to find.
Before Chat Noir could retort, there was an explosion that sounded close by. Ladybug swung herself high in the air and was being chased by someone.
It was an akumatized person throwing a large sketch book. Ladybug spun around narrowly avoiding the book, but it did touch a water tower, making it disappear. Her body language indicating she was in deep thought about how to defeat this akuma.
While her partner was making his way to her, Ladybug was doing her best to avoid the Collector. She had been doing a swing by on recon and the Akuma came out of the mansion as if he was searching for something.
She easily identified him as Gabriel Agreste, due to his voice and his akumatized form wasn't that different from his usual attire. Something seemed off with this Akuma, but she couldn't put her finger on it.
"Ladybug, Hawkmoth will be pleased that I captured you for my collection. I've already collected the most inspiring pieces of Paris. Adding you and Chat Noir will be the pinnacle of inspiration," the Collector sneered at her.
Ladybug hurled her yo-yo at the Collector. It wrapped around the Collector's left leg. She tugged it hard causing the enemy to fall to the ground losing his hold on the book. It slid across the roof until it was halfway between the two of them.
"Sorry Mr. Agreste, but I have no intention of being part of your stolen collection," She told him calmly. Inside, her mind was rattled by the fact that Mr. Agreste had been akumatized. Did that mean he wasn't Hawkmoth?
Lost in thought, the Collector took advantage of this. The yo-yo string had some slack. With a sharp tug he was free. Ladybug's balance was thrown off. She stumbled across the rooftop, flailing her arms around as tried to regain her balance.
Collector summoned his book and was ready to toss it, when he was pinned to the roof by Chat Noir's baton. "Leave My Lady alone!" The black cat shoved his baton harder into the Akuma's back and hissed loudly.
"Mangy cat! Get off me!" The superhero jumped up, to avoid being touched by the book, which was swatted at him. The baton fell on top of Collector who quickly used his book to capture it.
The duo got off the roof and ran down the side of the building with the Akuma hot on their heels. Dodging the book, they landed in a crouch on the sidewalk. They then hopped over the huge wall and ran into the Agreste Mansion.
Chat Noir ran into the atrium and activated the security system. He had heard Ladybug call the Collector by his father's name. His heart soared with delight knowing he couldn't be Hawkmoth if he was akumatized. On the hand, his father was trying to "collect" him and he had no desire to be trapped in a book.
Ladybug summoned her Lucky Charm, which was a pedal. Her special vision wasn't helping her in here. "Let's go upstairs and see if we can use this there. Hopefully, we can turn your father back to normal!"
The two heroes made it to the second floor just as the Collector made it inside the house. He followed the two wanting to get this farce over with. Soon the Miraculouses would be his!
Even an akumatized Hawkmoth wasn't enough to win against the duo and was returned to normal. It wasn't a total loss for him. He had thrown the duo off his trail. Neither hero had remembered his voice when they were trapped in that awful hunt together.
As Mr. Agreste congratulated himself on a job well done, Nooroo could only watch, from his hidden perch in the rafters, of the lair. His little heart pounded in his chest.
He had hoped when he was temporarily unbound from his wielder that the duo or their Kwamiis might have sensed him. He even called out to Master Fu and Wayzz with no results. Now he was bonded again with this awful man. He just had to keep hoping someday he would be free again.
Later in the evening, Master Fu was drinking tea with Wayzz, thinking about what the two heroes had told him. When the two Miraculous wielders had come back exhausted and partially excited, (well Adrien at least), he learned that the latest akuma had been Mr. Agreste himself.
That had surprised the Great Guardian. Logically, if the fashion designer had the Miraculous Book, then the Butterfly Miraculous should be there as well. So many other clues pointed to him, including the profile Ning had obtained. He was rarely wrong, but this time he made a mistake.
"Perhaps, my old age is getting to me. I was very certain about this man being Hawkmoth. Especially, when young Marinette revealed, what her other souls ,had shared with her," he informed his kwami, frowning as he looked at his tea cup.
"She did remind us that what was true in one world, could not be true here. It has been a long time since I've seen or talked with Nooroo as you know. He might have powers I have forgotten."
Powers that could turn his Miraculous wielders into an akuma was left unspoken.
The Great Guardian thought about this fact. The Miraculous Book did contain many secrets that he wasn't aware of. Spells, long lost powers, detailed information about the Kwamiis, things they themselves might have forgotten.
"I believe my friend, the best thing we can do for now, is to keep Mr. Agreste on the list of possible suspects, while investigating other possibilities. It would be very foolish to ignore the possibility; when we don't know the full extent of his abilities."
Wayzz nodded and zipped back over to the hidden Miraculous Box. He sent his dormant sisters his emotions on what was going on. He could feel their minds brushing his, both anxious about what was happening.
They had a right to be anxious. The Miraculous had been misused in the past, but the last time had been nearly two centuries ago. In this modern age with so much technology, magic gave them only a slight edge in the fight.
Looking over his shoulders, the little kwami eyed his wielder. Fu was looking at a photograph on a chest. He walked over slowly, picked it up, and stared at it.
Fu's finger's traced the face of the person in the photograph. It was a photograph of his Apprentice. The last time she had been in Paris, during the Volpena incident, she had let him take a picture of her out of a disguise.
Ever since there chance meeting when she was six years old, he had known that Ning would be the one who would succeed him. Her connection the Kwami Charms was very strong. Not only was she strong, she was smart, dedicated, and driven to succeed. After all, she had managed to keep Wayzz's Charm hidden from her superiors for twenty three years.
Her biggest accomplishment, was getting the UN and French government, to back down from trying to learn, the Miraculous users identities or understanding the magic associated with them.
I am not getting any younger. Ning has progressed to the point she is ready to start the second level of her training as the future Great Guardian, Fu thought to himself.
The biggest obstacle in her training though, is what makes her excellent Apprentice. How do I go about bringing her to Paris, when I can't be sure where or who she is right now?
Setting the photograph back down, the old Guardian sighed a bit. Without looking at his kwami, the old man asked him, if he believed Ning was ready for the next level in her training.
Wayzz landed on the old man's shoulder and leaned in. "It is not a matter if she is ready. The important thing is that she believes she's ready. The second level of training is a lot harder than the first. She'll be challenged in ways she wasn't before."
Fu glanced down at his Miraculous, knowing the difficulties she would face. He was very worried about what she would have to do. Could she handle the power or would she be overwhelmed?
"I do believe we should begin trying to contact her. Hopefully Ning can get her as soon as possible."
A few days had passed since Ning/Peace Keeper had her meeting with her superior. To her immense relief, she wasn't going to be deployed to Mali or to the Gaza Strip. Instead, she had been asked to figure out a problem that was causing another uprising in the UN.
Once again, the conflict happening in Syria had been brought up after an alleged attack using chemical warfare, in a rebelled hold down of Douma. There were reports of seventy people dead.
The problem was, that both Russia and the USA had clashed over what to do in response. The Russian UN Ambassador Vassily Nebenzia, had told the UN Security Council that Moscow, had warned the USA of "grave repercussions" if it carries out an attack against Syrian government forces, over the alleged chemical attack.
According to Nebenzia, "There was no chemical weapons attack, Through the relevant channels we already conveyed to the US that armed force under mendacious pretext against Syria where, at the request of the legitimate government of a country, Russian troops have been deployed, could lead to grave repercussions,"
The USA UN Ambassador Nikki Haley, had stated simply the country would respond to this attack no matter what the UN Security Council decided to do.
In the Ambassador's on words, "History will record this as the moment when the Security Council either discharged its duty or demonstrated its utter and complete failure to protect the people of Syria," she said. "Either way, the United States will respond."
The issue at hand was there was no concrete evidence that chemical attacks had been used. Also complicating the problem was that the USA didn't have the right to punish Syria unilaterally against the consensus of the Security Council.
The USA continuous activities in the Middle East, were causing a lot more problems than they were helping, according the UN reports she was reviewing. Conflicts had been escalating in part to the USA's involvement, but it wasn't the only reason. Other countries had also added to the chaos soup.
"The UN Security Council wants me to figure out the best way to hold off a rapid response attack that isn't sanctioned. A violent response could leave many innocent people dead and lead to more violent attacks.
What the region really needs in the resources and money to protect the children who have grown up in this civil war for the past seven years. I believe, that if we can get Syrian children to a safe place, outside the country, it would reduce the amount of casualties.
However, this action could have two different repercussions. One, with the removal of the children it might convince both sides to come together to create a better place for the children to come home, or it could have the opposite effect. Increasing the violence without having to worry about repercussions."
It was a tricky problem and so far, Ning/Peace Keeper hadn't been able to come up with a solution. The safest option would be to convince the USA to hold off the attack for a few days, until the situation was investigated, by the legal government.
"USA has been the one to respond rapidly to any violence no matter where it has occurred. I'm not certain if being constantly offensive is the right course of action. I am loyal to the country, as I am to all countries."
While Ning was thinking over the problem, she heard a ping. Glancing up, she saw that a new email message had arrived. She frowned, knowing only a few people knew her proper address and could get through the high tech security protection.
Tapping a few keys on the computer, she was surprised by what the email was. Master Fu was extending an invitation for her to come to Paris and start her next level of training.
"Of course I want to come. If I didn't have so many responsibilities right now, I say yes it a heartbeat."
She quickly wrote back a reply saying that she would be busy for a few weeks, but would make it to Paris before the end of the month.
Marinette was starting to wonder why she agreed to go to Chloe's party to begin with. She was sipping a drink, as she watched the rest of her classmates, enjoy themselves on the dance floor.
Earlier today, Chloe had pulled a stunt by faking a call to the fire department. Then, while the rest of the school had to clean it, she had used her daddy's name to get out of her punishment.
"Clearly, the standards for graduating out of charm school, have fallen greatly," she muttered to herself. Chloe still believed that her father had so much power still, when in reality he had none.
After his akumanzation, and the discovery of his illegal use of funds, he was stripped of his rank and would be going to jail, once his "term" was up. In reality, the vice mayor was in charge of the city.
"Except, no one knows that except the city government and three heroes. I wonder if it's worth keeping my identity secret if I have to put up with this."
"Put up with what?" Alya asked as she leaned against the wall next to her friend. She had also grabbed a drink, as she took a break, from the dance floor. She had a smirk on her face as she looked back at the dance floor.
Chloe was reluctantly dancing with Kim, when it was clear she wanted to be with Adrien, who currently was dancing with Rose. He seemed to be enjoying himself.
Alya took a sip of her drink and laughed a little at Marinette's expression. Her best friend looked like she either wanted to throw up or throttle someone. "You're not jealous are you? Everyone knows you and Adrien are an item, except of course for Chloe. She's determined to steal Adrien from you."
Marinette laughed at the absurdity notion she would be jealous of her boyfriend spending time with another girl. "Clearly, I'm not jealous Alya. I'm not the possessive type, unlike Chloe. Adrien can hang out with whoever he wants to."
"So what's bugging you?"
"That Chloe believes that if she's nice during a party, then Adrien will go back to being her friend, and she can still be rude and mean to people. At times, Adrien is just too forgiving."
Alya rolled her eyes. She didn't like Chloe either, but Marinette shouldn't be trying to dictate Adrien's life either.
She took a sip of her drink and gave Marinette some advice. "Maybe you should trust him to make his own choices. Girl, we don't like Chloe one bit, but she was his first friend, so maybe you can go easy on her this one time?"
Marinette conceded to Alya. She asked her best friend to watch her drink as she headed to the bathroom to freshen up. She also needed to talk to "herself" so to speak.
In the safety of the bathroom, Marinette washed her face and hands, in an attempt, to wash away her negative emotions. She didn't want to accidently draw in an akuma.
Looking into the mirror, she tried to imagine another version of herself, reflected in the glass. She wasn't a One, like PT Marinette. However, after the events of the splintering, each version of Marinette, had some knowledge on how to speak to their other sides, though they usually couldn't do it, when they were awake.
This was her first try to contact another version of her when she was conscious. Her reflection started to shimmer as the outline of a girl with short wavy hair in a rocker jacket with distressed jeans appeared in the mirror. Her image was overlaid on Marinette's.
"What in the name of kitty cats is going on? LB, is that you?" CN Marinette asked cautiously.
Marinette nodded, and winced a little. It was a little difficult maintaining this conversation without being a One. "I can't hold this for long. I need your advice."
"Better be quick then, if you're trying to talk to me in the real world, instead of our soul rooms."
Marinette quickly explained the situation, taking a few deep breaths and bracing herself against the countertop. This was harder then she imagined. "You're the resident bad girl so to speak. What should I do, embrace this negativity, or, control it?"
"Sometimes, you need to be a bad girl, in order to win. Embrace the emotions and let them help you, because I'm certain an akuma is going to appear. Good lu…"
CN Marinette vanished from the mirror leaving Marinette alone. "That was exhausting. I don't think I'm going to try something like this again for a while."
That's when she heard a lot of screaming. Poking her head out of the bathroom, she saw an akumatized teddy bear latching on to people to attack Chloe.
"Guess it's time to unleash my bad girl." One transformation later, she appeared in the crowd. She saw a teddy bear with glowing green eyes, latching on to other people and making them attack Chloe. "Hey demented stuff toy! What's the matter not getting enough cuddles?"
"Ladybug! I shall take your Miraculous!" Despair Bear shouted in his tiny voice. He latched onto Nathanial, who ran towards a yawning Ladybug.
Right before he could reach her, she tripped him up and bounced up so she was sitting on the arm rail of the stairs. "Sorry, you stumbled over me. You want to see something really bad?"
Swinging across the ceiling she landed on the bar, sliding down it crashing all the food. Despair Bear turned around latching on to Max, who was standing by the bar.
"Give me those earring!"
"You need nap teddy!" Ladybug spat as she stuck out her tongue. She pushed Max over looking for the bear, but it was nowhere in sight. Looking around she spotted the little bear as it went from person to person trying to escape.
"My Lady, I'm her to help destroy you!" Chat Noir shouted as Despair Bear grabbed him. He came after her with his baton causing Ladybug to be backed into a corner.
"Lucky Charm!" A fork landed in her hand. Quickly she looked around and saw the bear, the blender, and Chloe. "Hey Chloe, heads up!"
Chloe, turned to sound of her name, just as a fork with a piece of the toy bear, attached to it, landed in her hands. "What am I supposed to do with this disgusting thing?"
"Use the blender!" Ladybug shouted.
Chloe, did as she was asked. The blender blades started spin, chopping up the plastic fork. The blades started to get tangled up and the machine fritz out. "Why in the world would you tell me to that? Now I can't have smoothies!"
Ladybug didn't pay attention. The broken blender had done its job in ripping the toy in two. Her yo-yo shot out, captured and purified the akuma, in mere second. One Miraculous Ladybug later everything was back to normal.
The next day Chloe was back to her usual bratty self and it was really starting to get on everyone's nerves. The student body didn't care that Chloe kept a childhood reminder. Almost everyone had something similar in their bedrooms.
No, what was the problem, was Chloe never seemed to learn. The class had hoped after throwing the party and saving the day, she would understand what it meant to be friendly and kind.
Apparently she had not learned her lesson. Now, she was even being bratty to the teachers. Today, was no exception.
While Ms. Bustier was attempting to teach the class about the difference between English and French sentence structure, Chloe was talking on her phone trying to set up a spa day for herself.
"No, I told you before I need to be scheduled in first. I don't care if someone else had a month long reservation. Excuse me, do you know who I am? I'm going to give you once chance to apologize or, hey!"
Chloe was very upset when someone took her phone. She was about to start yelling when she saw it was the teacher. "Excuse me, I was on the phone! You're a teacher, not a thief."
"Young lady, phones are not allowed to be on or used in class. I have given you three warnings. Now, I'm confiscating this phone until the end of the school day. Please pay attention."
Chloe grumbled and if she had laser beams for eyes, she would have burn straight through her teacher's shirt. She was special and above all the others in this class. She didn't know why no one could grasp that concept.
Besides, why would she need to learn anything anyways? She would always be rich, powerful, and if her father ever stopped running, she would win the next election, then get Sabrina to do all the work.
Adrien watched his friend out of the corner of his eye. Sometimes he wondered if she had swallowed the silver spoon she was born with. Maybe he should try a little harder in helping her understand what it meant to be a good person.
Marinette didn't know what to do when she saw Adrien give Chloe sideways glances. He was always there for his friends and treated them with respect unlike Chloe.
She's never going to change, so why does he keep trying to break through the wall of fantasies that she surrounds herself with? Marinette wondered. The answer was clear though.
Adrien always looked for the best in people and wouldn't stop trying to help the person he cared about. His loyalty to people was admirable. It was one of his most enduring qualities.
I should support him, even if I don't agree with him. Looks like I still have some things I need to learn. She returned to her note taking wanting to stay on top of her homework.
Later that day, right before school was about to get out, Ms. Bustier asked the class to quiet down as she had an announcement to make. The students wondered what she was going to say. Whatever it was, it sure made her smile a lot.
"What I have to say might make some of you uncomfortable. I hope though you will take advantage of this opportunity you are being presented with. The Parisian School for Charming Young Ladies and Gentlemen, is having a formal ball to raise funds for their school next month.
The ball is open to any students from college and up. They are offering courses for proper etiquette and dance to anyone who wishes to join for half price. I urge you all to think about this and make the best choice for you.
The classes start on Tuesday so you have until Monday to sign up. Please talk about this with your parents and I'll see you tomorrow."
As the class left to get their belongings before going home, Chloe was loudly complaining. "I don't know why my charm school thinks it's necessary to open a formal ball to the plebeians. Really, I doubt any of them could actually learn anything in only a few weeks. They'll make complete fools of themselves while I be the shining star of the ball. I can't wait to get the new dress I've been eying."
The entire class stopped heading to their lockers and stared at the blond. She'd been going to the charm school for months and she hadn't changed at all. For many different reasons, Ms. Bustier class decided to sign up, and prove they were better people than Chloe.
