_Chapter One_
~A New Arrival~
Miraculous ladybug is not owned by me. All characters belong to the creator of miraculous ladybug. The story is mine."And that, my lovely students,"
Madam Bustier bubbled lightly as if a feather marking her life were dancing on her breath, "is why the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell." She looked around the room with a decisive glint in her eyes, scanning the room for any untied knots in the form of questions. For a few silent moments, the kids who were interested and not busy being distracted gazed around them, curios of the possible curiosity that they could not come up with themselves.
A young child nearing age sixteen timidly raised her hand, determined to fulfill her unanswered woes. Her dark blue hair with two tear drop-shaped pigtails, held together with the same amount of hair bands, sparkled in the artificial and natural light mixture that weaved in the air, and landed on the fair skin that her elevated fingers so elegantly demonstrated.
"Madame," She began. A small number of the teenagers gave a slight groan of boredom mixed with regrettable anticipation; of course Marinette had a question. "I'm not quite sure I understand how glucose is able to make it to the mitochondria."
"Well my dear," Madame was about to answer, before being rudely interrupted by an exceptionally irksome sigh presented by none other than Chloe.
Chloe must have been at least three quarters artificial. Her clumped up hair strained into a painful ponytail, trying fruitlessly to seem soft, with product, which also made the natural part of her blond to become unnatural and almost impossible. Her eyes were advertisements for countless cosmetics unknown to the low or even middle class frenchmen. The only reason that this teenage-like goldilocks could afford every new object that waddled her way was because of her father, the beloved mayor of paris, who hadn't the heart not to hand her a ticket to spoil her daughter putrid. Chloe rolled her pupils around the white of her eyes in a stressed manner that didn't seem all to genuine.
"Oh. My. God." she digressed in a detestable fashion. "Madam, you've already explained this to her at least a hundred times by now. She doesn't deserve another explanation!" Marinette frowned aggressively, her thin lips making way to the dimples of frustration brushed on the bottom of her cheeks, and leading up to arc the bottom of her eyelids, painting them narrow, and furious. She was about to protest, but Madam was quicker, and cut through the dilemma with a short, controlled breath.
"Miss Chloe. Some people need some more time to learn certain material." she curtly explained. A dark skinned boy, tanned from both the sun and genetics, bearing a bright basketball hat split up in three happy sections of red, blue, and green, and a loose t-shirt matching his loose khaki shorts, gave a soft, provocative chuckle.
"You would know all about that, wouldn't you chloe?" He laughed at his own joke, along with the rest of his class, those paying attention, and even those who didn't pay attention. The ever-so-polite children in the front of the class were able to muster a chuckle for their classmate. Even Madam had to crack a smile at the sheer wit that nino had to offer. Chloe looked around frantically, seeking comfort in her misery, but even her servant, masked as her best friend, couldn't help but blush with viscosity at her own shame of trying not to laugh. Needless to say, she was failing. Chloe growled at the class, cheeks flushed dark pink in a defeated rage. Defeated or not, however, she did not understand the concept of losing a fight, and would go to great measure just for the world to mutter "Chloe is right".
"Well at least I'll understand the material at some point!" she countered. "I don't think you could get a single sentence memorized in the thick, disgusting skull of yours!" Nino was surprised, eyes wide and mouth hung open just enough to notice his milk white teeth, that Chloe still had the audacity to speak back. He wasn't prepared for a comeback, and an awkward, short pause ensued, tension stirring. Chloe grinned maliciously, under the impression that she had successfully defeated nino.
"Stop it Chloe! Class, please, sit down." Madam Bustier was growing impatient trying to teach the class, with her fingers tapping steadily on her desk, while she leaned her weight into her knew and up against her arm, holding on to the table. Most of the students obeyed, whether they liked it or not, because it was a habit en grained in them that they always had to listen to their elders. However, Chloe, being daughter of the mayor, had no need for manners, values, or education for that matter, and remained standing.
"No! This is unfair! Nino has accused me of being stupid!" started chloe one more, victimizing herself in what would seem to be a mock, but turned out to be genuine.
"What?! Oh so says you, miss "at least I learn"!". sparked up Nino again, ira burning in his eyes.
"I'm with nino on this one!" agreed Marinette. "He may have started it, but you finished it."
"I think," a boy in the very front of the class, sitting right next to Nino began. His pastel yellow hair spiked to the left of his round and fair skinned face. His face was stoic of all emotions, save calm, and the aura resonating from his black t-shirt with three stripes covered with a dress shirt was under control, as if everything was going to be alright. "I think that, while Nino may have made a rude, and casual comment, Chloe took it to a whole new level that was not necessary."
"Class, please. We must get back to the lesson."
"Adrien! I can't believe you would side with him instead of me!"
"I-I...um…" Marinette giggled, drunk off adrien, then suddenly realized her gaze was locked on adrien and scurried clumsily to look elswhere. "I adrien agree. I-I mean! Adrien I agree with. N-no, I-" Marinette struggled to fund her words. She frantically looked all over the floor with a face red as a ladybug.
"She agrees with adrien." Alya, the girl to Marinette's left, spelled out in Marinette's rescue. Her lovely red hair curled elegantly on her shoulders with enough poof to frame her slightly tan face, and yet not enough to make her seem uninterested in dressing up and acting as a teenaged girl might. She gave a side grin to Marinette, her best friend, who returned a sheepish smile. 'I have to thank her later' Marinette thought to herself.
"Why, I can't believe this!" Chloe was enfuriated, her dimples digging deep holes, and her nose scrunching up to the power of her blond, made up eyebrows. "When my father hears about this-"
"ENOUGH!"
Silence befell the whole room, and everone, even chloe, sat down like soldiers at the orders of the teacher, who had reached a new level of rage.
"I try to make learning fun in this classroom, because I know that learning about how plants grow isn't the funnest thing for everyone, but time and time again, I am welcomed to class with an armful of bickering students, who only care about who did what, where, and who, and I have just about had it with this class! You have a test tomorrow on what we were supposed to learn today. You have the rest of class to study, or fight, or do whatever you want, but I will not be a part of it!" with her last words spewing out of her mouth, she stormed out, her high heels clashing against the cold false-marble of the school floors, and the door slammed shut. Even it was afraid of the ticking teacher.
Silence continued for a few moments. Many though this was a joke, others thought perhaps Madam would come back and forgive herself, but most people were simply lost, and hadn't the slightest on what had just happened. It was evident, however, after a few minutes, that Madam was done for the day, and would not be returning.
Nino turned to Chloe, his anger slowly returning to his blood.
"Look what you've done now! You made Madam go mad!"
"It's not my fault that she doesn't want to teach her class!
"Guys…" Marinette seem to have a slight disagreement against Chloe still, but she seemed willing to put that aside. "It doesn't matter what happened or who was wrong. We made Madam mad, and that's not ok. We should find out a way to apologize to her as a class." She looked around for nods of approval, or new ideas. Her face melted when she noticed adrien was the first one to nod.
"She's right." He sided with marinette. "We should start with a card, and maybe figure out flowers and such after."
Mumurs of agreement settled between students. Chloe rolled her eyes, disgusted, but was on bored anyways. And with that, the class began preparing to make their beloved Madam feel at home again.
The window screen bore a live broadcasting of a gentle school teacher overcome by emotions. A masked, and ominous man veiled with a sharp purple dress suit around his bony figure chuckled with untrue intentions.
"How agrivating it must be, trying to tend to a group of children with no intentions other than wrecking havoc and making a joke off teachers." He grinned widley, his thin lips curving up and into his mask. "I love it." He snapped his fingertips to his palm, and one of the many butterflies of creme color cane to his comand. He covered it up with his hands, and a dark magic brewed into the wings of the butterfly, and on to its soul. "Go my beauty, into the briefcase of the victim who will be our ticket to glory." The dark butterfly flew among its white companions, and fluttered out the window graciously. Moments passed before the screen of the teacher revealed her to have stopped dead on her tracks, with a red hawk painted on and above her face, and a dark element surrounding her briefcase. "Welcome to class, Lady Learning. I am hawk moth. I can grant you the power of teach those pesky children the true meaning of knowledge, but in return i ask for two simple items. The miraculous of mine stolen by ladybug and chat noir. Will you comply?" The school teacher grinned, just as ill-intentioned as the other.
"Anything for teaching." The darkness enshrouded her, starting from her briefcase, and ending at her head, and upgraded her to a woman with a crimson red mask with the standard graduation veil and cape, and with a hand bag in her arms filled with nothing but ungraded papers.
"Alright class. Let us begin..."
_End of chapter one_
