Hello to anyone who is reading this! This is a story I tried to write a while ago but ultimately failed. So...I'M TRYING AGAIN! Yay. It's been a while since I've written anything creative, so I might sound really bad. I hope that won't last long, but then again I'm not the most amazing writer. I hope you enjoy my story! To anyone who read my story before, this one has some changes. ;) I DON'T OWN MIRACULOUS!
The young girl cocked her head. In her hand, a small ornate box rested. She looked back up at the old woman.
The old woman had burnt tan skin and long silver hair was wrapped neatly in a bun. The woman had warm chocolate eyes that reminded the young girl of hot chocolate. She was slightly bent over and held a wooden cane in her hand. She smiled, wrinkles surrounding her mouth. Her scent lazily drifted towards the young girl. She smelled of wet grass and roses. She had a warm aura that seemed to surround her.
The woman nodded, gesturing to the box.
The girl blinked at her and looked down at the box. She traced the lines on the lid. She noticed the lines formed the shape of a wolves head.
Oh, how the girl wished she could be a wolf, a creature of such power and beauty. They were flawless in her eyes. The wind blowing through her fur in the morning.
The thrill of stalking her prey in the dark lights of the late hours. The love of being surrounded by her pack.
The girl opened her eyes. She could taste the fresh crisp air. How it felt so cool against her tongue and throat.
She sighed.
"Why don't you open it?" The woman's rasping voice asked.
The girl glanced at the old lady. Her scratchy voice was nothing like her warm appearance.
"I can get you out of here," The woman promised.
Images flashed through her head. The pain and betrayal. His fist meeting her face. Tears running down her cheeks. The anger in his eyes.
Memories of her father came flooding into her mind like a mental tidal wave. She had turned to him when her mother passed. She could remember the emptiness in his eyes when he heard the news. Their house had never been the same. Gloom seemed to follow her around like a dark cloud. One day, it burst. She came home from school to find her father in the kitchen with a beer. She quietly greeted him and he snapped. He yelled while his only daughter cowered in the corner. He smashed the empty beer bottle on the ground, shards of broken glass shooting through the air. Several buried themselves in her skin. He slapped her and screamed at her that she didn't support him enough.
It only grew worse.
The beatings got worse and soon his screams became silent threats. The girl avoided going home as much as possible. She would join as many clubs and sports as she could. She particularly enjoyed the track and boxing. All throughout the years, no matter how bad the beatings were, track was her one escape.
Some nights, she wouldn't go home. She had a foreboding feeling that her father was ready for her. Days without food, but that wasn't as bad as the disappointment she felt in herself. It was herself that her father was like this.
Her mother died in a car crash. If only if she had gone with her mother. Maybe. Just maybe. She might have seen the car and her mother could still be alive. Her dad would still be happy. He would still love her. Only that wasn't going to happen anymore. The girl regretted not as spending as much time as she should have with her mother.
"Well?" The woman rasped, breaking through the girl's thoughts.
"What do you say, Hope?" The woman asked.
Hope stared into the woman's now cold eyes.
"Are you willing to leave America and come to France with me?"
Her father would be alone. He would be worse off without her. Her heart started to splinter at the thought. Any of her dreams and goals would be forgotten if she stayed here. Maybe her father deserved this.
"Yes."
5 YEARS LATER
Marinette raced into the classroom, tripping over as soon as she was in the classroom. Mmd. Bustier simply sighed and said," When you are entering the classroom, please be quiet."
Chloe cackled loudly and only a few giggles and chuckles were heard other than that.
Marinette heaved herself off the ground and plopped down next to Alya. Marinette immediately glanced down at Adrien. She sighed dreamily. She glanced up at the board and started to copy down her notes.
Alya started to chatter about all the exciting news that was going around the school as she and Marinette started to walk out of the school.
"I heard that we're getting three new students!" Alya exclaimed.
"I hope they aren't like Lila," Marinette muttered.
"Me too," Alya agreed.
The two walked out of the front doors.
"See you tomorrow! And don't be late," Alya said, waving.
"I'll try!" Marinette replied, turning around towards her house. She walked into the bakery, the fresh smell of bread and pastries hitting her. She greeted her parents and ran upstairs to her room. Tikki flew out of her bag and dropped down on her desk. Marinette pulled out her homework, only to start to admire one of her Adrien posters.
Tikki giggled and broke Marinette out of her trance. Marinette felt the heat rush to her face.
"I hate homework," Marinette grumbled. Tikki simply smiled.
Stars twinkled and the moon was high above in the blueish-black sky. The soft sound of a pencil against paper was the only thing heard.
Marinette looked up from her design to see the dark sky. She glanced over at her clock only to see that it read 12:29 PM.
She saw Tikki already collapsed on her desk, passed out. Marinette changed and climbed into bed. And let herself to sink into the darkness.
She woke up to the sound of her parents moving around downstairs. Marinette yawned drowsily. By the time she was fully awake, she was already late for school.
Marinette quickly got ready in her usual pink outfit, woke up Tikki, and raced downstairs to the bakery. She snatched something for breakfast and ate it along the way to her school. She slid into the classroom to see her classmates chatting quietly with each other. She saw that Mmd. Bustier wasn't in the room yet.
She sat next to Alya. In front of her, Nino and Adrien were talking to each other presumably about something boys talk about. Alya shivered excitedly.
"The new students are coming today!" Alya said.
"Good morning to you too," Marinette joked.
Alya rolled her eyes. "I'll have some new people to interview," She continued. Marinette listened while Alya chatted on.
"I heard two of them are from America," Alya said, waving her arms around.
Mmd. Bustier walked into the room.
"Alright, everyone," Mmd. Bustier said.
Everyone quieted down, watching Mmd. Bustier expectantly. Mmd. Bustier looked out into the hallway and gestured for whoever was out there to come in.
A boy and girl walked into the room, glaring at each other. The girl had her arms crossed and her chin high as if she was boss. The boy had a scowl and his hands in his pockets. They both faced the class.
The girl had dirty blond hair with more brown in it. She had natural highlights on the ends of her hair; her hair extended down to her waist. She had fair skin. The girl had a slender jawline, but a strong build. She had long legs and was a few inches taller than Marinette. The girl had light brown eyes that Marinette mistook for gold. Her eyes were cold, but empty as if they had no purpose. She wore a black hoodie with a white wolf on it, blue jeans, and black and white sneakers.
The boy had also had light skin, but his hair was a much darker brown than the girl's hair. His hair went down to the start of his neck. It slightly covered his eyes, so he had to brush it out of his eyes. His eyes were the same dark brown as his hair. His eyes were warm and unlike the girl, his eyes were full of hope and purpose. He was slightly taller than Adrien. He wore a white hoodie with a black cow skull in the center, dark blue jeans, and black sneakers. Marinette saw an anklet with what looked like a small part of a deer antler tied to it.
"Please introduce yourselves," Mmd. Bustier said, kindly.
The girl scanned her eyes over the classroom as if to see if they deserved to know her name. The boy, on the other hand, shrugged and answered," My name is Jay."
"Everyone say hello to Jay," Mmd. Bustier instructed the class.
"Hi, Jay," Everyone said in harmony.
"You can go sit by Ivan," Mmd. Bustier told Jay, pointing to Ivan. Jay did as he was told and sat down at the seat.
The girl frowned and glanced up at Mmd. Bustier. Everything was silent. "Will you please introduce yourself to the class?" Mmd. Bustier asked.
The girl breathed in loudly, clearly annoyed.
"My name is Hope," She grumbled.
"Thank you, Hope. Go sit down in the back by Nathaniel," Mmd. Bustier instructed. Hope's shoulders dropped as if she had been in a tense state and she sat down next to Nathaniel. Marinette heard Hope quietly greet Nathaniel in a friendly tone.
Mmd. Bustier started the class, leaving Marinette to wonder how she felt about the new students. Jay seemed friendly, but she wasn't so sure about Hope. Hope...she seemed strange. It was her first day and she probably came from America. She wondered why the two seemed upset with each other. Marinette decided that she should introduce herself to them at the end of class.
That will be all today! I hope you enjoyed it! Please comment on what I could work on and what I should continue. I would very much appreciate that.
Thank you for reading and I hope you will come back for more. I don't know what the rating will be, but I know there will be violence, so I might change it. Till next time my wolves! (Hope is my favorite character and my original character and you'll soon understand why I say wolves)