Marinette's POV:

I just turned 8 years old, the soft, snuggly sheets of my bed cuddled me as I was purposely sleeping in.

I contemplated the day, planning out exactly what was going to happen: the smell of freshly baked cake and a door unlocking as they came back with my custom made cake, a warm gentle smile coming from both my parents faces as they both came up to my room and say, Happy Birthday Marinette! We love you so much!

Sadly, that day never came. I remember waking up at 12:00pm, thinking how long my parents must have waited for me.

I skip down the stairs to our living room, finding nothing but space, and a televised show going on.

I already knew what happened when I see the words, Parents caught in car crash; none survived; heart shaped cake sitting on the passenger's lap.

From that day, I was foster cared and eventually adopted by the Mayor of Paris.

Everyone would think it was an honor to be adopted by The Mayor of Paris, but for me it was tragic.

See, this so called Mayor, had a daughter.

A whiny, spoiled, rude daughter named Chloe.

Chloe made my life miserable. She made me cook, clean, and sew dresses for her. She even gave me a stupid nickname, "Marinella."

I did this until I, and I quote from Chloe, "Was pretty enough to even be seen going to the same school as me, not that I'm calling you pretty"

The day that I finally got to go to school, I put my hair into two pigtails, put on some pink leggings and a white shirt with cute little pink flowers.

I stared at myself hard until I braced myself to go downstairs. Waiting downstairs, was Chloe.

"Ugh is that what you're wearing!" she complained, "Those pigtails look childish, at least TRY to look mature. This is a mature school for MATURE people!".

I rolled my eyes and started heading toward the bus.

"Why are you going to the BUS?! Daddy has a limo waiting for us!", she said.

"Well I thought a bus would make me look like a normal person, and not look like a spoiled brat", I shot back.

I ran to the bus before Chloe could come up with a comeback.

When the bus pulled up to the school, I was shocked.

I've never been to a school after I was adopted, so I was stunned how impressive it looked.

Everyone looked so friendly, especially when I accidentally bumped into one and knocked all his stuff down.

I scrambled to pick them all up, and kept apologizing furiously.

"It's okay! You don't have to apologize, it was an honest mistake!", he shyly said.

I looked up to see two kind eyes looking down at me. He was cute, in a nerdy shy short of way.

I smiled and asked, "Hi, what's your name, mine's Marinette!" He blushed slightly and said, "My name is Nathanael, welcome to our school, you have a beautiful name!"

Hey guys, this is the first chapter done! This one with be focused on the story of Cinderella transferred to Miraculous Ladybug! Hope you enjoy, Chapter 2 coming out soon!