Adrien sat in the back of the car, with his father's assistant, Nathalie, sitting beside him. Her nervously checked the rear view mirror, making sure his hair and outfit were just right. He had uniforms back at his old school, so wearing what he wanted to school was a bit new. He did want to make a good impression, unlike last night.
He tapped his had on his knee, then searched his bag.
"Did we forget something?" Nathalie asked.
"No, everything is all here." Adrien smiled nervously. Nathalie gave him a reassuring smile as they pulled up in front of the school, only a few kids trickling in.
"Wait here," Nathalie told the chauffeur as she stepped out of the car, Adrien proceeding to exit his side of the car.
The school looked more welcoming in the daylight as Adrien followed Nathalie inside.
"We'll be meeting the principal first to make sure everything is good with your schedule. I believe they have someone from your home room who will show you around," Nathalie proceeded into the court-yard and up the stairs, with Adrien looking around as they went. Nathalie knocked on the door, hearing a gruff "Come in," before they entered.
"Mr. Damocles I presume," Nathalie entered, with Adrien following close behind.
"Yes?"
"I'm Nathalie Sancoeur, Mr. Agreste's assistant. Adrien is beginning his first day here."
"Yes of course," Mr. Damocles opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a file.
"Adrien Agreste, correct? Here's his schedule," Mr. Damocles pulled out a piece of paper.
"May I have another copy please," Nathalie took the schedule and handed it to Adrien.
Mr. Damocles grumbled as he picked up the phone.
"Jeanne, can I please have another copy of Adrien Agreste's schedule."
"Yes sir." Mr. Damocles hung up the phone and forced a pleasant smile.
"I was told there was to be a student to show Adrien around."
"Ah yes, his Class Representative will be showing him around." Just then the door flung open. Adrien could hardly believe, it was the girl from the night before, more exhausted and embarrassed than anything.
"Sorry I'm late."
"Miss Dupain-Cheng, knock first."
"Right, sorry," the girl huffed and puffed for breath as she closed the door. A moment later there was a knock.
"Come in."
"Sorry, I'm late Principal Damocles. I almost forgot," the girl burst through the door. She turned to Nathalie and Adrien.
"Sorry for making you wait."
"It's fine," Adrien reassured, thankful his Battle Lovers disguise wouldn't allow the girl to recognize him. Unless she saw him before he transformed.
"Ms. Sancoeur, Mr. Agreste, this is Marinette Dupain-Cheng, your class representative. Marinette, this is Adrien Agreste. Please show him around the school."
"Of course, if you'll follow me," Marinette smiled warmly as she headed out of the office.
"I'll pick you up after school."
"Sure, thanks Nathalie." Adrien left Nathalie and followed Marinette out. As the kids left, another woman burst through the doors.
"Mr. Damocles, I have the copy!"
"Doesn't anyone here knock?"

"So you just moved here?" Marinette tried to start-up a conversation, Adrien unsure how to act around her. Last night she was cold and harsh, this morning she was warm and kind.
"Yeah, last week."
"How are you liking Paris."
"It's nice. Busy."
"True, but you'll get use to it. This here is the locker hall." Marinette peered over at his schedule.
"Up there in the right hand corner is your locker number and the combination."
Marinette walked inside, with Adrien following her. Marinette glanced at the paper again.
"227." Marinette walked around the lockers until she came to locker 227.
"My locker is one aisle over. Meet me there once you have your things."
"Uh, what should I bring." Marinette looked at the schedule.
"English and history, then we get a break, so just those two I guess."
"Thanks." Marinette smiled and walked over to her locker, leaving Adrien to figure out his locker combo.

Adrien peered around the corner to see Marinette talking to some girls. Once she saw Adrien, she waved goodbye and walked over.
"All good?"
"Yep."
Marinette lead the way out, Adrien following.
"Boys bathrooms are over there, and girls are on the opposite side," Marinette pointed as they left the locker hall.
"So are you going to join any clubs?"
"Clubs?"
"Yeah, I recommend it. It's a great way to make new friends or meet people."
"I hadn't really thought about it. I was part of a club back at my old school, but I don't know if I'm ready to join another club."
"What kind of club was it?"
"Earth Defense Club," Adrien mumbled, aware of how weird it sounded if a person didn't understand what was going on at his former school.
"Earth Defense Club?" Marinette giggled as they made their way up the stairs.
"It was a lot cooler back home," Adrien mumbled.
"No, not that, it just reminded me of someone," Marinette sighed.
"Up there is the library, and down this hall is our classroom," Marinette lead Adrien inside the classroom, the seats beginning to fill up.
"Hey Nino!" Marinette greeted a boy sitting in the front row, listening to music.
"Hey Marinette! Who's this?"
"This is Adrien. He joining our school."
"Sweet," Nino stood up and extended his hand, which Adrien shook.
"Sit here next to me bro," Adrien sat on the bench beside Nino while Marinette made her way to the seat behind Adrien.
Adrien looked down at his schedule to see English was first, so he pulled out his tablet and English book.
"A little eager aren't we?"
"I guess, new school, lots of new things."
"Don't sweat it bro, if you need any help, I'm your man. Except physics and math, not my strong suits."
"Adrien chuckled and looked around the classroom. Marinette had moved to talk to some other students.
"So how much do you know about Marinette?" Adrien looked over at Nino.
"Already into the class rep?"
"Not like that, just curious. Like does she own a cat?"
"A cat? No, why?"
Adrien shrugged, uncertain where the line of questioning was going. He was still puzzled about the night before. He swore he saw a cat with her.
"She's chill friends with almost everyone in the class and even a couple upper classmen. She in a club I'm in if you want to join."
"Club?"
"Yeah, it's kinda dumb since our Editor disappeared. But we try. We run the school blog."
"I don't think journalism is the thing for me," Adrien shuddered internally, remember the Journalism Club from his previous school.
"I know, it's not for everyone. We mostly just chill, it's got air conditioning and is quiet so you can study or listen to music."
Adrien smiled remembering his clubroom, sounding very similar to it.
"Maybe I'll stop by sometime."
"Sweet." The rest of the class had filled in the seats as the teacher walked in the room.
"Good Morning class!" a few of the kids murmured good mornings and took their seats.
"We have a new student today, Adrien Agreste. Please make him feel welcome." Adrien spun in his seat and waved. Most of the kids look nice, except for the girl who sat across from him looked a little too...melodramatic.
"Alright class, open your books to page 132, and we will pick up from where we last left off."

Adrien shut his locker with a sigh. It had been a long day with a lot of homework to do to help catch him up in some of the classes. He pulled out his phone and opened Nathalie's contact.
Hey, going to study in the library.
Ok, let me know when you are ready for us to pick you up. Adrien grabbed the books he needed and started walking towards the library. Most of the students had dissipated for the day, only a few sticking around to talk. On the stairs up to the third floor her heard a familiar voice.
"So how was your first day," Adrien looked up to see Plagg a top of the railing.
"What are you doing here?"
"I've been here all day and now I'm hungry. Do you have any camembert?"
"Why would I take camembert to school?"
"Because you use to always take camembert to school for me."
"This is a different school Plagg. One where you are not supposed to be here, and two I don't want to stink of cheese when I'm trying to make friends."
"Hey, no pets, "a janitor called from the bottom of the stairs.
"Sorry," Adrien called out. He turned back to Plagg but found his cat was gone. He looked to see Plagg walking on the other side of the railing.
"Plagg, come back here." Adrien raced up after Plagg, who sped off.
"Not until I get my camembert." Adrien groaned and chased the greedy cat.
"CHEESE!" The cat took off towards the smell, dashing into a classroom.
"PLAGG!" Adrien burst open the door to find Plagg already eating the cheese out of a sandwich. Nino and a girl sat inside, staring between him and the cat.
"Heh, sorry." Adrien scratched the back of his neck, uncertain what to do when a cat attacks someone else's sandwich.
"No way! A green cat!" The girl pulled out her phone and began taking pictures.
"Hey Adrien, decided to check out the club after all?"
"Club?"
"Yes," the girl stood and twirled towards Adrien.
"Welcome, to the Françoise Dupont Newspaper Club!" The girl struck a dramtic pose while Nino rolled his eyes.
"Alya Cesaire, the current Editor and head writer!" Alya extended her hand.
""Adrien Agreste."
"Oh you sit in front of Marinette! I'm Marinette's seat partner."
"Cool."
"Nino, introduce yourself."
"I already met, I sit next to him in class for crying out loud."
"Whatever."
"So you're not mad about my cat?"
"Why would I be. I have a frickin' green cat eating my sandwich! This is so going on the blog," Alya started recording a video as Plagg continued to munch on the cheese.
"Um, maybe not. I don't want to get weird questions about why I have a green cat," Adrien moved forward to pull Plagg out of the sandwich.
"Why do you have a green cat," Alya turned the camera towards Adrien.
"I'd rather not say." Alya frowned.
"Fine, but you and your cat owe me a new sandwich." Alya slumped into a chair, deleting the pictures and video.
"So are you going to join?" Nino asked.
"Join what?"
"The club, other than the noise from Alya, we don't do much." Alya glared at Nino, who ignored her.
"I don't know. I was actually going to the library to study, when my cat."
"I got it!" Alya jumped out of her seat and rushed to Adrien, grabbing the linings of his shirt.
"Forget the sandwiches. You join the club to make up for you not allowing me to write about your cat."
"What?"
"Please, I got the perfect spot for you."
"What spot," asked Nino.
"Take over Dear Ladybug."
"What," a voice came from the door. Everyone turned to see Marinette standing in the doorway.
"Don't you think that's a great idea girl? Dear Ladybug was a hit on the blog. It will garner more views." Alya rushed over to Marinette's side.
"But Alya, that was Bridgette's special thing."
"So we won't call it Dear Ladybug. How about," Alya examined Adrien who stood holding his cat, "Ask Chat."
"Ask Chat," Nino snickered.
"Well Dear Chat sounded a little redundant. I'll be fun, plus we'll have a new member. It'll be great. Bri would have wanted this."
Marinette sighed, obviously not to happy about the idea.
"How about a trial run, see if he's any good first," Nino suggested.
"Fine." Marinette reluctantly agreed. Alya fist pumped the air, "Yes!" Marinette turned and left the classroom.
"Aren't you going to stay girl?"
"No, I think I'll go home early, no new events at the school anyway," Marinette shut the door as she left.
"Was it something I did?" Adrien asked, genuinely confused. How could one girl switch from hatred, to sunshine happy, to rainy depressed in less than 24 hours. Were girls always this moody?
"Don't pay any attention to her. She's still upset because Bri is still missing."
"Bri?"
"Yeah, Bridgette Fu," Alya took a piece of paper off the wall. On it was a picture of a girl in longer pigtails with the same sunshine warmth Marinette had that morning. He noticed the poster was dated three months ago.
"Who was she?"
"She found the school newspaper, or re-founded it as a blog. She started it her freshman year. Nino, Marinette and I joined freshman year, and she was a sophomore. She would write about the big news in Paris and her personal pet project, Dear Ladybug. And advice column."
"Then why was Marinette upset?"
"Marinette met Bridgette over the summer, and that's how we came to join. Marinette and Bri were always close, but I think Marinette may blame herself in some way for Bridgette's disappearance. She was the last person to talk to her." Adrien looked back at the poster.
"Now come on," Alya took the poster from Adrien and pinned it back on the board.
"Let's get you logged in to Dear Ladybug."

Adrien sat at the desk in the small club room, sending another response for the revamped advice column, Ask Chat. Alya was right, after he answered some old questions from Dear Ladybug, the blog skyrocketed in popularity. Alya officially announced his joining the club on the blog the next day, and by Wednesday, Ask Chat was up and running.
Adrien had the clubroom alone to himself, taking advantage of the silence away from Alya excitedly talking about some big news story, Nino playing his music to drown out Alya, and Marinette's deafening silence.
After Monday, Marinette hardly said two words to Adrien. She seemed happy with everyone else, but if Adrien even tried to talk to her, she quickly walked off.
"Do you have any cheese," Adrien tossed a piece of cheese to his cat who laid on a bookcase in the back of the room. It became the club's secret to house Plagg, as he seemed to follow Adrien to school. He was honestly surprised Marinette hadn't reported him for bringing Plagg.
"Are girls always so difficult."
"They get worse as they girl older," Plagg happily munched on his cheese. Adrien groaned as he received a notification of a new question. He clicked to open.
Dear Chat,
My friend disappeared a few months ago. Everyone says she's missing and the police will find her, but I know they won't find her. Adrien sat up, his curiosity intensified. He looked over at the poster of Bridgette on the wall and continued to read. I know my friend is dead. I told people I was the last person she spoke to, because they wouldn't believe me if I told them how she died. I don't think anyone will believe me. I feel responsible and I don't know how to move on like I know she would want me to. I don't really expect any advice, I just wanted to be able to tell someone. I just ask you keep this a secret. Thanks.
Adrien sat back from the letter. He had received similar letters of depression and self-loathing. But this was another level entirely.
"Dang that's depressing," Plagg commented, "Do you know who it's from."
"I have a pretty good guess."

Marinette exited the school as rain poured down.
"And I was hoping it would stay cloudy."
"Need help?" Marinette turned around to see Adrien with an umbrella extended towards her. Marinette took it hesitantly, but Adrien held on.
"I got your letter." Marinette blushed.
"What letter?"
"Ask Chat, you sent me the letter about your ... missing friend."
Marinette looked away.
"I told you I didn't need a response. I just wanted to tell someone."
"And you can tell me, as Adrien."
Marinette looked away.
"I didn't mean to replace Bridgette, and I'm sorry if it came off like I did. I understand she was special to you."
Marinette nodded.
"But you shouldn't be holding all this in to yourself. If you need anyone to talk to, you can talk to me. I'll keep your secret."
"You will."
"Yeah, I know you would do ... it ... but I know you have a good reason for not telling ... other people. I've seen plenty of weird stuff, so I won't judge. My cat's green, it's hard to get weirder than that."
Marinette laughed.
"I've bet I've seen weirder."
"Try me?"
Marinette thought for a moment.
"A creature made of pink and purple goo so sticky, I couldn't get it out of my hair for a week."
"Try an escargot monster, partly cooked snail that could talk and throw its slime. I smelt like snail for three days."
"Eww, that is pretty weird," Marinette and Adrien chuckled.
"I'm here for you. If ever you need to talk." Marinette blushed and looked down.
"Thanks, Adrien."
Adrien smiled and let go of his umbrella as thunder cracked overhead. The umbrella snapped on Marinette, and Adrien laughed.
She lifted up the umbrella and smiled.
"You should smile more often," Adrien commented, "you light up a room when you do." Adrien headed towards his car.
"Why'd you give her the umbrella, now I'm getting wet," Plagg called out to Adrien from inside his bag. Adrien rolled his eyes and smiled as he got in the car.

Marinette watched as Adrien drove away, a white cat-like creature landing on her shoulder.
"This is not good Marinette, not alt all."
"Don't worry Kyubey, he's only a friend."

Bridgette was a magical girl who died in a Witch's Labyrinth.