The boy was walking under a driving rain. His headphones were spitting out some agressive rap with melancholics shades. His blond hairs were dripping all along his temples.

Now, he was able to understand. Finally, he found his own way.

All those photo shoots were over. All those magazine covers were over. Everything, everything was over. The nice and obedient boy had grown up.

His bag was hitting against his legs at the rythm of his steps. A man wearing a suit and tie was running in front of him, trying to protect himself with a newspaper. Across the street, a woman with red shoes and a red coat was calling her child, who was laughing and jumping in the gutter. An another man was smoking under a porch.

He turned at the crossroads. His steps quickened. His anger was gaving him wings.

The disused warehouse. It was the perfect hideaway. It was an ancient squat, but nobody was now watching it. The police station moved in two blocks away, so the punks who were living it leaved the place.

He pushed the door. He took off his headphone and his hood. The place was so quiet. It was beautifully empty.

A little black beast leaped out of his bag.

« Adrien, what the Cheddar are you doing ?!

-Adrien does not exist anymore, Plagg. There's only Chat Noir from now. »


Hi everyone!

I am a French student and it's my first fiction in English, so tell me if you see some misspelling.

I made this to improve my English skills, my exam is coming so why not trying something new? It's a bit funny, because it shows me how poor is my english OTL I couldn't eve remember how do we say "manteau" LMAO (coat)

So, thanks for reading, and please leave a review if you see some mistake. Bye!