Lilac.
It's a nice colour isn't it?
Soft and lovely on the outside,
But there's more to offer inside,
Which may turn cold if mistaken.
Paris was nice in the late summer, it radiated with positivity and sunshine which bounced around highlighting the beauty of Paris; just like me, scouring the edges of the Eiffel Tower to use every bit of inspiration to sketch out the Parisians most monumental treasure.
In other words, I'm Lilac Lupin, a 19 year old artist (mostly in the drawing way but I'm quite a musician), who moved into Paris very recently to fully experience the French life of wonder and creativeness. I'll start to work as an art TA at Collège Françoise Dupont at the start of the school year, where I'd help students with drawing, making art examples and be working behind the scenes for the teachers, so my life was going to get pretty busy soon.
My life is at a nice standstill in terms of amazing-ness and 'adventure' and will probably stay that way for a while.
Probably.
I awoke, to find my self on my apartment floor (I cannot stay still in and on the bed to save my life). Patting myself down, I continued with my standard wake up routine earlier than usual to get ready to start work as a TA. I decided to wear a short blazer with a simple black and white top underneath, as well as, a short pencil skirt with dark tights and black flats to complete the outfit.
Once I was packed I headed out towards the school, excited to see the classes and activities that would be in store.
As I stepped up to the classroom door, I slowly creaked it open, revealing a class of about 12 onlooking 14-15 year olds with a pair of very peculiar students in the center of the room. One, a cobalt-haired girl, who was practically glowing red with steam rising out her ears, whilst the other, was only what I could only describe as a bratty bee caked in makeup ('never judge a book by its cover' my ass).
"Um, excuse me?" I cautiously asked trying to get a hold of the situation.
"Can't you see we're in the middle of something?" the blonde spat at me, turning her nose up in disgust.
"YEAH, RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF GETTING READY TO PUMMEL YOUR HEAD INTO THE GROUND!" the other girl screamed at the brat with her claws out, waiting to pounce.
"Now just wait a second!" I replied hurriedly, rushing to get between the two before the chaos got unbearable, "You can't talk to a TA like that, or anyone for that matter!" I scolded the blonde bitch.
Then I turned to the blue tomato which was on the other side of the argument, "And you should have more self-control with yourself, you can't just threaten people like that!"
After that display, the two seemed to switch, the blonde was starting to turn red (probably more-so under the makeup), whilst the bluenette was calming down and mumbling apologies to me.
The red blonde grunted at my scolding.
"Do you know who my daddy is?!" She yelled, taking a breath before continuing to rant on about how he was the mayor of Paris and that she was his daughter (Chloe Bourgeois I learnt). I examined her closely, with a bored expression on my face which earned a rising amount of sniggers that went around the room as she kept hollering on. Once she was done, she stood there with a serious look on her face whilst I moved on,
"So if your done," I said whilst turning to the now calm dark haired girl, "I'm going to move onto..?" I dragged out my last word, awaiting a response from her,
"Marinette," she responded cheerfully, although with a hint of anger still present.
"Wonderful to meet you Marinette, so mind explaining what happened?" I asked curiously to fix the situation.
"Well, I came to school early today for once, and when I came in Chloe started going about how 'the trash showed up early'" she pointed out with air quotes, "and then the argument went down from there."
Which she then finished with crossing her arms in a grumpy-cute manner.
"Well I'm not wrong!" retorted Chloe.
Ignoring her, I continued talking to Marinette, "Has this happened before?"
Which was then swiftly answered by a caramel skinned brunette who was recording the whole fiasco, "Too many times to count Miss!" Which was backed up by several nods around the class.
To finish this off I turned to Chloe with a stern look, "I will make sure that Mr Damocles knows of your misdemeanours and that you will get punished no matter what your 'Daddy' says."
And with that final nail in the coffin, I walk towards the teachers desk in search for answers, until I here something interesting after everyone sat back down in there seats and began to chatter quietly.
"Do you have to record everything Alya?" Marinette jokingly asked Alya (which was the supposed reporter girl).
"Well of course girl, how else will I run the Ladyblog?" She replied laughing.
At that moment my head perked up from the monitor, "What's the Ladyblog?" I questioned unsure.
What then was left of the lesson was spent explaining to me about the cities heroes and villain, as well as, the introduction of my self and the class.
Or at least I'd hoped.
However, midway through introducing myself, there was a loud crash heard in the distance.
"Well, lucky lucky me, I get to see an akuma for the first time," I sighed with exhaustion, before telling the class to go home until the attack was over.