Hiya everyone! It's been a while since I even tried writing something but I felt so inspired that I had to write this, I hope you enjoy the whirlwind of emotions I hope to put you poor readers in :'D *Disclaimer* I do not own the characters in the fanfiction, I only own the storyline and OCs I may or may not add in the future.

Chapter 1: Best Worst Day of My Life

Marinette POV

Man, if only someone warned me my senior year of high school and life as an 18 year old would be so crazy! I would have better prepared myself mentally…

I remember that faithful day that led all up to this, that day I was sitting in design class, my last class for the day, working on my project with my best friend Alya when suddenly I hear a "Marinette Dupain-Cheng! See me after class!"

When class ended I was practically trembling in my seat. Oh god what did I do wrong?! Maybe Mrs. Bernard didn't like my last designs, or noticed the measurements of the last dress I made were off by half an inch…

Oohh this is it, Mrs. Bernard will tell every teacher in existence that I'm a no good slacker then I'll never get into ENSCI Les Ateliers, I'll end up being forced to give up on my dreams of being a world renowned fashion designer, never move out of my parents' home, and be paid minimum wage at some fast food chain where I will work under a vampire like boss that sucks the life out of me, be surrounded by coworkers that are lazy bums, and fight off violent old people who believe the 'the customer is always right' crap.

Alya glanced at me during my midlife crisis and smiled rolling her eyes. "Relax girl, I'm sure Mrs. Bernard will have good news to tell you, she always praises your art work, so just chill out,"

"How could I 'chill out', my future is on the line here Alya!" I exasperated, she did not understand what I was going through... "How's my hair? Do I smell okay? Should I add some light powder and lip gloss? Shoot I left it at home… Alya could I burrow yours?!"

Alya blinked twice in confusion before laughing at me. "Marinette, if you hadn't realized your skin tone is as white as a napkin while mine is chocolatey goodness, you might as well smear some Hersey's on your face!" I slumped in my seat at her words so she patted my head. "Don't worry girl you'll be fine… just try not to mess this up, some old ladies have really strong throwing arms…" As my mouth dropped to the ground Alya bursted out laughing then ran out the room so it was just me and Mrs. Bernard.

I gulped collecting my things and standing awkwardly in front of Mrs. Bernard considering the desks aren't so close.

"You wanted to speak to me Mrs. Bernard…?" I tried saying as calmly as I could. Looking up from her papers on her desks Mrs. Bernard smiled reassuringly at me. Not that it helped.

"Ah yes Marinette." She cleared her throat. "You mentioned you wanted to attend the ENSCI Les Ateliers college… am I right?" she asked though she knew the answer. I nodded uncomfortably, why is she mentioning ENSCI? Is there a problem?

"Such an amazing school," Mrs. Bernard continued. "You've been doing well in my class and as from what I've heard and seen from your other teachers and your transcript, you are an outstanding student! But…"

Here it comes, I hope I have enough allowance saved up to buy myself a tub of ice cream. "I'm a little worried about you Marinette."

"W-what about, if I may ask?" I stammered. Ugh, I know, I'm so lame. Sue me.

"I know considering you inspire to be a fashion designer my class is very important to you but you need to take my class more seriously. Marinette, you have a habit of showing up to school late which causes you to continuously miss lessons and important tips since you usually have me in the morning."

I nodded again. My teachers scold me about this so often talks like this were the norm at this point. I would like to wake up earlier and show up to school on time but Night Marinette is bad at time management and Morning Marinette can convince herself of anything to get more sleep. I'll get up in 10 minutes with my alarm snoozed my behind.

"I understand." I replied to Mrs. Bernard after a moment of silence. "I know I am missing a lot in this class but I take my education and ENSCI Les Ateliers very seriously. That being the case, you do have any suggestions on how I can improve academically?"

Mrs. Bernard smiled as if she'd been waiting for me to ask all day and picked up one of the many papers scattered on her desk handing it to me. "Are you aware the school is starting a new transferring programing that allows students to spend a month at École Aléatoire, another more advanced school to help them with their education? If you go Marinette, you will be available to better more modern resources and it could help you take that extra step in fashion and designing so you'll have a greater chance of attending your dream school."

Huh?

I blinked taking the paper and staring at it blankly. Transferring to another school for a month? Not to mention one full of snobby, probably really rude rich kids? If I wasn't so polite I would've laughed outright. "I-I couldn't!"

Hurry Marinette, think of a good excuse. "I-I would be so behind in my current classes!" Ha! Take that Mrs. Bernard!

She waved her hand in a dismissive manner "You don't have to worry about that, you and others that are in this program will be in a special class that will continue teaching you the topics you are currently learning." Dang… She's good, really good… "Now I want you to go home and discuss this with your parents and if you agree to be a part of this program you all will sign in the designated lines and return this to me by Friday."

"T-thank you Mrs. Bernard. I will talk this over with my parents and we will decide whether or not this would be best for me. Have a nice day Mrs. Bernard," I bowed. She nodded and I left the building to Alya who stood waiting for me by the school gates.

"Could you believe this?! She wants me to go to École Aléatoire? She might as well send me to a foreign country with a sign slapped on my forehead that reads 'lowly outsider'. I'll never survive there!" I turned to Alya expecting her to agree with me. But I was wrong. So wrong.

"I don't know Mari, this could be good for you," she said as we slowly descended the steps outside. "We both know how important ENSCI is to you, and besides look it the bright side," I turned to her incredulously with a 'what bright side is there?!' face.

She smirked wiggling her eyebrows. "Think of all the cute rich boys you'll meet," I wish I could say I stared at Alya with my hormones in check but that would be a terrible lie since in reality I was a stammering mess that couldn't fight the deep blush that quickly appeared on my face. Curse my young immature mind.

Clearly amused with herself Alya laughed at my pain and waved walking off to her home. "See you later girl, and make sure to get me of the hot boys' phone numbers!"

I scowled rolling my eyes.

"Hey mom, papa, I'm home." I yawned as I entered my parents' bakery, the delicious smell of various hand-made pastries entered my nose. The sweet smell of home. It was enough to calm me a bit making returning coming home usually one of the best parts of my day.

"How was your day at school sweetie?" My mom hummed from behind the cash register, preoccupied with the customers.

"Fine, l-" "You sure?"

I was cut off by my dad while taking one of the fresh croissants he offered me. "What's on your mind kiddo?" He pressed lightly. I guess I had to tell them now, I didn't want them to worry.

I raised my arm waving the paper Mrs. Bernard gave me uninterestedly. "Mrs. Bernard gave me this and I need to talk to you both about it. It's nothing bad but it's important. When you're not busy we need to talk." Ignoring the looks of worry on me parents' faces I headed upstairs to my room. "I'll be doing my homework…"

"That's wonderful!" My mom beamed after I explained to her everything. My dad nodded in agreement and approval.

I sighed. "How is it wonderful? I can't manage to be on time to a school that's literally on the next block, I don't have fancy clothes, and I'm not rich, I'd look like a huge dork-a-saurs at that school!" I wasn't a person that usually lets others opinions bring me down, but I feel even I would crack in a place like École Aléatoire without my friends…

My parents smiled softly and my mother cupped my checks in her hands staring at my eyes. "We understand you're scared, but you could benefit so much from this transfer program. You are smart and beautiful Marinette and no one can take away from you mon bébé. So no matter what that school throws at you we know you could take it."

"And beat it, Marinette style, boo-yeah!" My papa doing his silly little pose added causing me to smile widely.

My mom kissed my nose then pulled away while and dad patted my shoulder. "We want you to consider this Marinette but remember, we'll always support you no matter what." My mom spoke softly before locking arms with my dad and both of them left my room to give me some privacy.

Sighing again I sat on my rolly chair and rolled over to my Kwamiese kitten, Tikki (strange breed, I know).

"What did I do to deserve parents so amazing?" I thought out-loud petting Tikki's small head. Tikki simply meowed then scurried off to the corner of my room where I abandoned Mrs. Bernard's note. Tikki bit the edges of the paper and ran to me dropping it at my feet meowing.

If I didn't know any better I would've thought Tikki was encouraging me to try the program out so I grabbed the paper from the floor and examined the words.

"You know what Tikki? You're right, I should have more faith in myself, I'll try it out, how hard could it be?" I petted Tikki again who meowed more, her features pulled up in a way that resembled a smile.

But if only you knew Marinette. If only you knew…

And so it begins! I'm so excited for future chapters already gosh; if you enjoyed please follow, favorite and/or review since I really appreciate the criticism and tips for my story since I do want it to be the best it could be! Catch you later people, ciao!