I stared out the window, feeling deflated.
I guess I needed to accept the fact that I would never be able to go to public school.
The thing was, I needed to, but I couldn't.
I had to try again, I decided.
Tomorrow.
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As soon as I got home, I laid down on a sofa in my room and closed my eyes.
When I woke up, it was dark outside. It was 6:00.
Stretching my arms, I notice a small hexagonal jewelry box on the coffee table that I'd never seen before.
Curiosity got the best of me and I hesitantly opened it.
What was going to be inside?
Oh.
It was just a silver ring, with a circular crest in the center. It didn't look anything special, but some unexplainable force drew me to try it on. As soon as the ring went through my finger, a small black figure materialized.
"Ughhhh." The...thing groaned, rubbing its head. It was then I had a chance to see it properly.
It was a small black cat-like creature, with neon green eyes with a thin slit, and tiny paw things?
What I noticed next was horrifying. It seemed to be floating, on thin air!
"Is there any food here? Like cheese?" it asked, gaze catching upwards. It flew to the rock climbing wall. "Oooh, that's so shiny! Can you eat it?" The thing asked.
"Hey, stop that! My father won't be happy if he finds out you were the one damaging my things." I crossed my arms over my chest and gazed at it seemed to make it sober up and fly to me, in front of my face
"Your father must never know that I exist."
"And why is that?"
"My name is Plagg and I'm a kwami, which is basically a god, you know I give you the power of destruction if you wear that ring." Plagg's tone was nonchalant.
"Wait, wait, wait, hold up. I'm not going to be evil, am I?"
"Not if you use it for the right reasons. Anymore questions, kid?"
"My name's Adrien, if you wanted to know. But what am I going to do with the power of destruction?"
"What you've been wanting to do your whole life. You seem like someone who could use a little bit of freedom. I can give that to you."
I gasped. This couldn't be possible. What if this was all just a dream? "Really?"
"Sure. Now enough of that. Do you have any food? I'm absolutely starving!" The kwami moaned, his dramatics drawing a chuckle out of me.
"What do you eat?"
"Cheese. And not just any kind. Camembert is my darling." Cheese? Of all the things, his diet was...cheese? And such smelly, expensive one at that?
I managed a small smile.
"You got it."
"Nooroo, what can your powers do?"
"You will have the power to sense a person's emotions and can turn them into champions to help you." The butterfly kwami replied, quivering with fear.
"I won't be turning people into champions. They will be turned into akumas instead!" The sinister man laughs.
"But master, the butterfly miraculous is not used for evil purposes."
"And as your master, you will do what I say!" The man roars, shaking the room.
"Yes, master." The kwami looks down, helpless.
"Don't worry, my sweet Auriélle. I'm coming for you."
The day had gone extremely well. Alya and I had talked like we were the best of friends. I was glad that there was someone that I could be close with
I plopped on my desk as soon as I got home, grinning from ear to ear. Even maman had commented on my unexpected happiness. It was then when i saw a small box sitting on my desk.
Huh.
How did this get here? Was it my mother's?
I cautiously opened the box, where lay a pair of ladybug patterned earrings. This was probably a gift for me from maman! I quickly went to the nearest mirror and tried them on. They immediately turned black, which was strange.
It was then when I spotted a red bug creature thing with black polka dots.
"Hi Marinette! I'm Tikki!" it said and I screamed.
Were there rats in my room?
I rushed to find a jar and trapped it.
"What are you?! How are you talking and how do you know my name? Maman!" I panicked. Somehow, she went right through the jar as a means to get out.
"Please, Marinette, calm down. I'm not here to hurt you! I'm a kwami and I can give you magical powers. No one must know I exist."
"Marinette, is there something wrong?" Papa's voice was muffled by the layer of the trapdoor, but it was still clear. I decided to trust Tikki.
For now.
"No papa! I just found...a pigeon outside my window and...it scared me! Haha, it's so funny right?" My heart was racing as fast as a galloping herd of horses.
"Whatever you say Marinette. Just be careful."
Whew.
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The next day, I went to school carrying Tikki in a small pink purse I had designed myself. She had plenty of cookies inside, just in case if she got hungry. I found Alya already in class and waiting for me.
"Hey girl!"
"Hi Alya!" We greeted each other as the bell rang for class. Suddenly, a boy with blonde hair comes rushing in the room, panting.
He looked very familiar.
Suddenly, Chloe shrieks, "Adrikins!" after jumping on top of him, nearly making him fall over.
"Hey Chloe!" He tries to get her off of him and its then when I see him properly.
His eyes are the most beautiful shade of green I've ever seen, his cheeks slightly pink, and his hair is styled perfectly, glinting golden in the light.
Just like all the rich, spoiled people are.
They look like angels on the outside, but on the inside, their hearts were just shriveled up pieces of coal.
"Alya, that's Adrien Agreste! He must be a spoiled brat just like Chloe for her to like him so much."
"Yeah, he must be. The way she's hanging on to him like a leech, they must be the perfect pair. It's best to avoid people like them."
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After class, I found Ivan sitting on one of the benches, sulking.
"What's wrong, Ivan?" He just looked away.
"I want to tell Mylène how much I like her, but I don't want to scare her off." He mumbles, eventually.
"Why don't you write her a letter?"
"I'm not very good at love letters. She'll just think I'm stupid." His body slumped even more and i patted his shoulder.
"How about a song, then?" I thought it was a good idea. So many artist nowadays dedicated their music to people they loved. If he did it right, Ivan would be able to impress his crush.
"That's...actually a really good idea! Thanks Marinette!" He was smiling again, which was a good sign.
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Don't worry Adrikins, she'll never notice. It'll be a good joke anyway. It's Maritrash we're talking about." she laughed. I didn't think that it was funny.
"Why are you guys all crowded around my seat?" I heard someone ask as I turned around to face the owner of the beautiful voice.
She was absolutely gorgeous, her blue eyes staring deep into mine, a soft pink blush on her cheeks and her shiny midnight colored hair.
I think this is what you probably would call love at first sight.
The girl moved around me and sat down on her seat when I remembered…
The piece of gum!
Oh, no.
She gasps, "What is the meaning of this?"
"I had-"
"I don't care what excuses you have! If you're anything like Chloe, then I should be staying away from you! Do you enjoy making me miserable?" she said.
I was at a loss of words.
Someone who could have been a real friend. I'd ruined my chances at that.
"I'm sorry. Really, I truly am." I sighed, offering her a small smile.
"I don't believe you." She responds, looking away.
I walk back to my seat, counting the ways in which I screwed up when I hear a voice, "Hey dude! I'm Nino." He offers me a hand to shake, which I take hesitantly.
"Why didn't she believe me?" I mumble.
"Chloe's been bullying Marinette since the beginning of time, trust me. She probably thought you were just like her."
"I didn't know that. I wanted to get the gum off her seat, but she sat down before I could do anything."
"Marinette's a really cool chick. Just apologize to her. I'm sure she'll understand."
"I hope you're right on this one."
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"I wrote you a song, Mylène. I hope you like it." I take a deep breath.
I hope you were right, Marinette. Here goes nothing.
I start singing. By the time I'm finished, Mylène looks horrified. After taking one look at me, she runs away.
Dejectedly, I walk away, head angled downwards as I replay in my mind what had happened moments earlier.
I'd screwed up so badly.
She'd probably never talk to me again.
She must think I'm dumb.
And stupid.
Horrifying.
Just like a monster.
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What Ivan never noticed was a black butterfly flying into his direction. All his self-hatred consumed him until became what was known as the one and only.
Stoneheart.
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