Marinette's P.O.V
As Marinette slowly awoke, realization slowly dawned on her. It was 8:25 am and school started in 5 minutes. Marinette skipped breakfast, and ran out of the house.
"excuse me purrr-incess, can I help you?" Said a figure that appeared out of the shadows. He was boy of about her age, clad in a black leather skintight suit. Marinette gave a little squeak.
"O-oh aren't you Chat Noir?" she said shakily.
"I am, and who might you be fair lady?" Chat noir gave her a wink and the brightest grin she had seen in a long time.
"I'm Marinette, and I'm sorry but I need to get to school." She then speedily ran away. Right as the last bell rang, she slid into the room and stood there awkwardly. She saw a boy sneak in as well. Then teacher came into the room and Marinette followed her to her desk.
"Excuse me madame, are you Miss Bustier? I am the new student.."
"Oh Right! Well Its very nice to meet you! Please introduce yourself to the class." Ms. Bustier said.
"Um h-hello my name is Marinette, and I just moved here to Paris." Marinette wave shyly. Marinette immediately found an open seat next to a brunette with orange and red streaks in her hair.
"Hey girl I like your hair! By the way my name is Alya." Marinette was surprised that Alya liked her hair. It was in its usual two pigtails. Her hair was almost blue (it was really raven colored). Marinette of course hadn't ever had "friends". She was always was moving from place to place. Rejected. Home to home. For Marinette never had the luxury of having parents that supported or loved her. She was by herself most of the time. Then she had moved into Gabriel Agreste's house. He was a famous fashion designer and when she had gotten home from school, he called upon her. Gabriel told her the reason why he had let her stay at his house was he needed a successor. And if he could not live up to his standards, well then she would be given the boot. Marinette loved designing clothes in her spare time, but after that conversation, she retreated to her room. Marinette slowly looked around her spacey room. The bed had a canopy, and the walk in closet was the size of any other rooms she had stayed in. Marinette flopped on her bed and tears streamed down her face silently.