Tris never would have thought that her life would take such a normal yet a drastic turn. Her home, Chicago, was almost unrecognizable at this point of her life. Where once there was a gloomy atmosphere, where people were expected to do what they had do to based in which faction they were born or choose to transfer to. Now, it was impossible to believe it was the very same city – it was livelier than ever, different entertainment centers had been put up like shopping malls, movie theatres, fancy restaurants and whatnot. Even the Hub was converted into a five-star hotel. People from all over the world used to come, and vice-versa, perhaps to regain the lost knowledge and catch-up with the rest of the world. Her world was absolutely blissful.
Well, as blissful it could get, what with her kids making a racket at the breakfast table.
"Hey! You cheated! You don't deserve those XP!" Cyrus cried, one of Tris's and Tobias's 13 year-old twin sons.
"Was not! You can't handle defeat, can you?" Cried Damien, mocking his twin.
The twins' constant bickering over the video games they were playing, was getting on their older sisters' Morgan's nerves, who was drawing on her tablet.
"Knock it off, you two!" Morgan shouted. "Your bickering is getting on my nerves! I can't design a dress with that noise!"
"Another one?" Tris enquired, raising an eyebrow. She was intrigued that her daughter would like to design clothes all day, while hardly getting any exercise.
"Yep." She confirmed. "I want to be the greatest fashion designer like Marinette Agreste." She added with a fond smile.
"Who's Marinette Agreste?" her mother asked.
She didn't speak. She opened the browser in her tablet, and pulled out a webpage of the said designer.
Tris observed the designer's picture of when she was a young woman. Jet- black hair, blue-bell eyes, a button nose, full pink lips: an extremely attractive woman. She noted with amusement that those were the same characteristics her own daughter possessed. Morgan too, was really attractive for her age.
"Pretty wasn't she?" Morgan bemused with a smirk.
"Yeah, she was." Tris nodded in agreement.
"She was half-Chinese!" Morgan read from the webpage. "But she couldn't speak one word of it, but her husband apparently. When she got older, she married her childhood friend and France's hottest model, Adrien Agreste. It also says that she expanded her father-in-law's fashion company so much, it's the best brand to buy clothes from." She sighed dreamily "Ah! I love this Frenchwoman."
"Does that mean you want to study fashion designing in Paris?" Damien Eaton joked.
"Hmm. Not a bad idea." She mused.
"As much as I am enjoying this conversation," Tobias spoke suddenly, "Don't you think fashion designing is a rather useless profession?"
"How can you say that?!" Morgan gasped with mock hurt "How dare you think so lowly of such a noble profession, which aims to express your personality and creativity?!"
Everyone laughed Morgan's way of defending fashion. But Morgan knew that since fashion was her life and soul, she would defend it to death.
"And this industry would also make sure that my boyfriend or husband will be hot as hell." She smirked.
Tris snorted at the look Tobias gave to their daughter.
Morgan pulled out a picture of Adrien Agreste and let her mother examine the picture.
"Hmm, you're right! He was really hot." Tris noted. Morgan was not lying when she said that Adrien Agreste was one of the hottest men of his time. With blonde hair, green eyes, that perfect body and face, any woman would be smitten in an instant.
"Are you suggesting that I'm not?" Tobias raised an eyebrow. His wife laughed.
"Of course I'm not." She assured him.
While their parents were talking, Morgan slowly drifted to dreamworld. She imagined herself graduating high school with excellent grades. Then she would register for a design school in Paris. When she would be accepted, she would start packing for the city according to the climate. Then she would go to the airport and after saying goodbyes to her friends and family, she would board a flight to Paris. When she would arrive, she would share a dorm with a roommate and then they will become good friends. They will explore the city and get new creative ideas, After she would graduate, she would like to permanently reside there. She would get a job, and spread her ideas to the world. Then she would meet the man of her dreams, get married, and live the rest of her perfect life. A mundane paradise Morgan wanted.
She was, after all, frequent to daydreams at any point of day, with no warning whatsoever.
She didn't notice that her half-eaten breakfast of bacon, eggs and toast had gone cold.
"Uh, sis? Aren't you getting late?" Cyrus said, wary of his 15 year-old sister's dreamy look.
"Huh?" She perked up. She checked the time on her tablet. Her face was one of absolute horror.
"Goddammit!" She shrieked. "Mrs. Sterling's gonna kill me if I'm late on the first day of high school!"
She quickly gulped down the remaining glass of orange juice, picked up her tablet and stylus, grabbed her small backpack and two hair ties. She bolted from her house and started running towards her school.
Morgan Prior had no idea how her life was similar to Marinette Dupain-Cheng's.
A/N : So, this is my first time writing a fic. I had this story in my mind for who knows how long. So if you think this chapter is bad, I wont be upset. And if i'm encouraged enough, then maybe I'll finish it. So from a first-timer, have a nice day! :)
