CHAPTER 1

Marinette was late to school. Again. For the fourth time that week. But today, she was bolting at the speed of light. Her field trip form was due at 10:00 EXACTLY if she wanted to go on the Spring Break trip to the city of Los Angeles. Her parents had worked overtime to make sure she had enough money to go on the trip, and more for souvenirs and stuff like that. But enough thinking. She had to get her form in, and it was 9:55.

Running, running, running, and more running. All Marinette could think was Oh my god, I am going to miss a week of vacation with friends! Scratch that, I might miss a whole vacation week with ADRIEN! No! She would not let this happen. She had to get there.

9:55

9:56

9:57

9:58

9:59

Marinette raced up the stairs to her classroom at College Francois Dupont, pushed open the door, yelled "MADAM BUSTIER, HERE IS MY FIELD TRIP FORM!:" Just as the bell hit 10:00. No one responded. She looked around. Students from Ms. Mendeleiev's homeroom stared back at her. Her eyes widened, and she turned around.

"Miss Dupain-Cheng, would you care to explain why, while I was going to get the attendance papers, I saw you barrelling through the halls and into my classroom?"

"Well, y-yo-y-you s-see Ms. M-m-mendeleiev, uh, I-I, I was l-late, a-and I wanted t-to get my p-paper form h-h-here on ti-time, so I tried to h-hur-hurry and I gue-guess that I went into t-the wrong c-cl-cla-classroom?"

The teacher rolled her eyes, put her fingers to the bridge of her nose, and sighed.

"Well, Miss Dupain-Cheng, seeing as you got here by 10:00, I could accept your form. I will give it to Madame Bustier and you will be able to go on the Spring Break trip."

"REALLY!? Thank you so much, thank you!" Marinette turned and bolted out of the classroom and into the hall, and to her correct classroom. This time she opened the door quietly and backed up until she reached her seat.

She sat down, heard a squeal, and immediately jumped back up. She looked at her seat, which occupied a girl she had never seen before, looked at Miss Bustier, who was staring at her by this point, and said, "Miss Bustier? Um…."

"Marinette, honestly, watch where you are going. I was waiting for you to introduce our new student. Santana, come up here."

This supposed "Santana" walked up to the front of the class with all her stuff, and Marinette slid into her seat.

"Santana, why don't you introduce yourself."

"Em, my name is Santana Yurigana, and I moved here about a week ago from my home of España. I want to make the right friends, and I want to be treated right, not like an outcast. I will say what I mean, and I apologize if I come off as brash. Thank you."

Murmurs started around the classroom. "Did she say Yurigana?" "España? She comes from Spain?" "Is she coming with us to LA even though she's new?"

She looked at Alya, who had her eyes raised.

"Girl," Alya said, "You just sat on the new girl from Spain."