I received a lot of follows and favorites after the first chapter, and I couldn't really believe the response that I received. I haven't written anything in a very long time, and it's kind of scary. I'm super afraid of putting myself out there. but here goes nothing:) I do not own anything.


Marinette was walking to her first class, as she looked at her schedule,

Choir.

Mari wasn't quite sure why she took choir this year, she never thought she was a great singer, despite what her friends and family had always told her. Thankfully she knew where the choir room was. She talked to the choir teacher the other day to ask if she could be in the class since she had made it into the musical over the summer. She thought it would be a good idea, and it would help her with following the sheet music in the musical. However when she spoke to her, she needed to hear her voice to see if it matched up with the sound of the class. When she heard Marinette, she not only wanted her to be in the mixed large choir, but she also wanted her to be in the advanced woman's choir.

Marinette walked into the choir room and her eyes were met with a large group of teenagers all talking and chattering. Everyone already seemed to fit in with each other. Marinette was sure she'd stick out like a sore thumb. She looked around searching for an empty seat, when she noticed Adrien waving her over.

Thank god she new someone.

Marinette walked over to the blonde, she smiled as he patted the seat next to him.

"Sit next to me Marinette." She sat down in the black chair and sighed.

She could do this.

"Okay class, I'm Mrs. Marven. I'll be your choir teacher. Many of you have known me the past years, and some of you have just met me recently. Today will just be a free period considering you need to bond before we can start working on music. So just mingle, and get to know each other."

"Well that's surprising." Adrien said his mouth agape.

"You can say that again Adrien." said the girl sitting on the other side of him.

Marinette looked at her, she seemed confident, but not in an over the top way. She had a strong build. She had black rimmed glasses, and she was wearing a short sleeved colorful button up over a white tank, with some medium wash blue jeans.

"Oh! Marinette, this is Alya Césaire. She's the vice president of advanced woman's choir."

"The pleasure is mine." Alya smiled.

Mari was relieved, "I'm glad I'll know someone in that class."

"You're in AWC?" Alya gasped.

"AWC?"

"Advanced woman's choir. Duh."

Marinette smiled, "Yeah, Mrs. Marven asked me to join the other day when I came to talk to her."

"Now we have an even number of 40. Instead of 39. This is awesome."

"40 girls in one place? That seems like a disaster waiting to happen."

Alya chuckled, "I'm sure it looks that way to everyone else, but in class it'll be a dream, I'm sure. You'll love it. I promise."

"I would say you've got two of the best people as your guides Marinette. Adrien here is the president of AMC." Adrien blushed

"Let me guess, Advanced Men's choir?"

Alya grinned. "You got it sister. You will absolutely love Mrs. Marven. She's the best."

"I certainly hope so." Marinette sighed.

The bell rang.

"I'll see you later Marinette." Alya said with a wave as she grabbed her backpack.

"See you!" Marinette called after her.

She could absolutely do this.


Marinette sat down at her desk for her second period.

Math.

She groaned. Mari was absolutely terrible at math. It just didn't make any sense to her. She understood the basics, but as soon as you start adding letters into your fancy equations, you would lose her. Not to mention she didn't know anyone else in the class. She sat behind a black haired girl, and she couldn't help but notice the purple that lined the tips of her hair. Marinette always wanted to add purple to her hair, and this girl was actually brave enough to do it.

Her math teacher seemed like a decent guy. He seemed to care about his students, and their grades. He mentioned he would be in the class after school just in case anyone needed a little extra help with their assigned homework for the night.

Soon enough the bell rang and Marinette grabbed her things.


The next couple classes went by in a breeze. She had experienced Communications, as well as child development. Marinette had talked to a few of her classmates here and there, but none of them seemed to be as kind as Adrien and Alya. She only hoped that this would change and she could have a couple more friends.

Her first day went by easily. But since she was on an A, B day schedule, she knew she's practically have another 'first day of school' again tomorrow.

All she had left was rehearsal for the musical. It was right after school, and everyone met in the choir room. it only lasted two hours, and she was ready. This is where she was going to fit in. She already knew.

She could feel it.