A girl walked the Parisian streets sighing."Ugh, forgot about the school...and of course I know none of the language!" she threw her arms in the air in defeat." Now I just a personal translator! Gr-OOF!" A midnight haired girl and she tumbled to the ground. Olive (That's the main character's name.) shook her head and growled. "Do you mind?!" She saw the girl and immediately regretted being her hot-headed self. It was an Understament to say that this girl was just pretty. What? No? Not a OC x Mari fiction. You'll see my child.
Midnight girl looked up supposedly cursing herself, and had a panic attack." OH MON DIEU! Pardon! Pardon! Pardon! Je suis..." What the girl was saying was lost to Olive. Frick... I don't know ANY French... Kill me... "Je suis Marinette!" Olive blinked. Name? I guess I should 'say' mine! " Je suis Olive...?.. Uh. Er... Palez vous analglaiz?" It was Marinette's turn to blink like an owl. " Ohhhh... Uh English... Not good... Friend good?" She said using her expressions and hand gestures to communicate. The brown haired girl nodded and gestured to go on. " Follow...?"
Olive obeyed and smirked wickedly.
Oh ho ho~
You know those times when just feel so powerful because you know some thing that was equivalent to the answer to the world?
Yeah, Olive essentially carried Marinette's future in her hands.
She fiddled excitedly with the black beaded bracelet on her wrist.
Wait for It
Wait for It Ladybug...
Heya! Sorry for lateness and whatever but screw it.
Life has been a trip to Tartarus recently. Kinda.
Someone asked me out because of a dare. Urgh... Stupid popular kids...
Massive important Mandarin Project. That involved way too much work.
Full blown out Hamilton costume. That felt apart, kinda, last minute.
In short, life SUCKS.