Marinette Dupain-Cheng walked into class and sat next to her best friend, Alya. Marinette was a shy girl who really only talked to Alya. Marinette never really branched out to anyone; she thought that she was invisible. As Marinette sat down next to Alya, Marinette instantly brought her arms close to her body. Alya smiled as her best friend sat down.
"Hey, Marinette! Do you want to hang out after school?"
Marinette smiled and nodded. "Yeah, that would be great! We can go to my parents' bakery."
Alya giggled. "Hopefully your dad made food!"
Marinette laughed and she felt her cheeks blush red. She instantly quieted down when the teacher walked in and began the lesson. Marinette caught herself looking at the blonde boy in front of her instead of the teacher. Marinette had the biggest crush on the nice guy sitting in front of her. He was always nice to her, even though Marinette couldn't muster out a full sentence without stumbling on her words. She wished she could talk to him, and she knew she would someday. And every time she tried to communicate with him, Alya would push her to actually make conversation with him. But Marinette just couldn't. He was perfect. He lived a perfect life, and he was so kind to everyone. She only wished he would see her, but she knew he never did.
Marinette sighed and leaned back. Alya glanced at her and winked. She mouthed to Marinette, Talk to him! Marinette shook her head and wrapped her arms around her waist. All Marinette wanted to do was go home and hang out with her best friend. Alya touched Marinette's wrist and gave her a sympathetic look. Marinette shook her off and focused on the teacher.
After class, Alya and Marinette walked out of class. As they were walking, the blonde boy accidently bumped into Marinette. He glanced at her and smiled.
"Oh, sorry, Marinette."
As he walked away, Marinette stood, frozen. Alya laughed and grabbed her arm. "C'mon, Marinette. We can talk about how he touched you at your place."
Marinette let Alya lead her away in a daze. Marinette smiled as she watched her crush walk off. She hoped that one day he would actually see her. Unfortunately, other girls, like Chloe, took all his attention. He would never be interested in Marinette. No one ever was.
Adrien Agreste walked out of class and accidently bumped into the shy girl with bluish-black hair.
"Oh, sorry, Marinette."
He walked away, without giving a second glance at Marinette. Honestly, he had other things on his mind that day. Today was his mother's birthday. He hoped that she was celebrating it, wherever she was. He only knew that she wasn't with him, and that killed him inside. On the outside, he had a strong façade that convinced everyone that his life was amazing. He was the son of the most famous fashion designer in Paris. Adrien was a model for the fashion line, and he was in magazines. He lived in a big house, and he had a chauffeur who drove him around in a limo everywhere. He had everything he could ever wish for. If that was the case, then why did Adrien feel so empty?
Adrien's best friend, Nino, caught up with him. Nino was the exact opposite of Adrien. Nino was an outgoing guy, who always put Adrien first. Even though Nino didn't have nearly as much as Adrien, Nino always tried to protect Adrien. Nino could always see past the façade Adrien put up every day.
"Hey, bro, what's up?" Nino asked happily.
Adrien faked a smile. "Oh, nothing much. I'm just going to go home. Today is…difficult for me."
Nino's smile morphed into a saddened look. "I'm really sorry, Adrien. If you need anything, just call me, alright?"
Adrien smiled and nodded. "Thanks, Nino. You're the best."
Nino chuckled and ran to catch up with Alya and Marinette. Adrien walked home by himself. When he walked in the door, his father's assistant, Nathalie, met him at the door.
"Adrien, your father is in a meeting, and he has another one tonight. I have dinner ready in the kitchen when you are ready," she said in a monotone voice.
Adrien sighed. "Thanks, Nathalie. I have homework, so I'll come down later."
Adrien walked upstairs to his room. He had a huge TV spread across his wall, and a couch and a bed in his room. He felt so small in his big room. Even though he had everything he could ever want, he felt trapped. He wanted to escape, to become someone else. But, he knew that could never happen. Life would never change, and that fact brought him pain. All he wanted was for someone to look at him, and tell him that he was someone they couldn't live without. He felt invisible, even though his picture was plastered on magazines and TV. Nobody knew what he felt like, not that he knew of. Maybe, someday, things would change. But, for now, he would just have to learn to accept this feeling of loneliness