Author's Note: So basically, the class (Miss Bustier's) raised enough to take a tri to New York City, a place where Marinette grew up.
*This is not an ongoing series, it's just this.*
A crisp wind blew threw Adrien's blondeness. He breathed in the bustling port air.
The boat horn blasted loudly, signaling that the S.S. Guest was in for landing.
The model brushed off his long coat and straightened the black scarf wrapped tightly around his neck.
The boy's best frien'd Nino creeped up behind resting his head on his shoulder.
"We're here." He groaned.
Adrien smiled. "I've gotten used to long distance travel. You should too, Nino."
The sound of clacking footsteps came up behind the two.
Marinette stepped in front of the friends, and walked to the farthest pint in the boat
Marinette was wearing a red and cotton button up coat and a black skirt with thick leggings. Her hair was still in her signature pigtails, but in different colored bands.
"Here it is, Alya." The dark-haired girl flipped around with a glimmer in her blue eyes. "My home."
Everyone jumped off the pedestrian boat and lined up for safety instrcutions. Hence so, everyone split up into groups of four and explore the city
*I know in real life a teacher would never let that happen*
Marinette was skipping ahead pointing out bakeries and and stores that she had visited often.
Adrien had slowed down into a walking pace in order to align with the red-haired blogger wearing a long black coat.
"So…" A sighed, letting a puff of fog fly of his mouth. He turned his head towards Alya and asked, "What did Marinette man by 'home'?"
Alya smiled. "She's an immigrant"
*Please don't be offended*
Adrien's green eyes widened as he felt his heart skip a beat.
"Yeah. Mari and Mrs, Cheng lived in China with a abusive father. They both secretly ran away to America. Of course they came here legally, but…"
Alya sighed.
"We all think our lives are messed up and crazy, but what Marinette went through to escape a greater suffering is amazing"
Adrien looked ahead at the galloping girl.
Marinette suddenly stopped and turned slightly towards a greenish apartment. She dropped her bag and ran in.
Nino, Alya, and Adrien followed her unknowingly inside.
"I found it!" She squealed, pointing to a door with the letters '34' on it. Marinette placed her hand on the brass knob and wiggled it until she heard a click.
"Our apartment! It's still here. And vacant" The blue-haired designer said. Marinette veered over to the corner, waving her arms. "Here!"
At first she just saw Nino and Alya around the bend. But then, Adrien's aura came rushing along.
This would've been perfectly fine…
Marinette completely forgot he was there.
She boiled up and slammed her hands to her face, flipped backwards and contemplated life.
Alya wrapped her arm around Marinette's neck.
"Don't be nervous he knows."
Marinette glared at Alya.
"I have five ways to murder you. Pick one later." She whispered
Marinette sighed, closed her eyes, and opened up the door that brought her to safety.