my head is spinning and my nose is stuffy and my body is aching and my teeth are sore and I AM ANGER :-I
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So I will project this anger into my story haha oops SORRY but enjoy AND REVIEW! THANKS ALL FOR SO MANY REVIEWS I AM BLOWN AWAY ! :o
~Sometimes even a girl like Rose is grumpy~
There were things that every person was known for at Francoise Dupont. Sometimes they were bad, but usually they were good. Usually. And out of the students at Francoise Dupont, those in Mme. Bustier's homeroom class were the most notorious for whatever trait they possessed; simply because they were all at least twenty percent insane and everyone knew that.
From Chloe's notorious, well, snobbiness, to Max's notorious brains, everyone just knew. If they were given a quiz on the homeroom class of Mme. Bustier, they'd all get A's for sure.
And if one of the questions on the quiz was about Rose, surely they'd write that she was the ever-cheerful, helpful, and smiling girl in pink. Right?
…
Juleka looked over to the empty seat next to her and frowned, silently questioning whether she should text her friend or not. Heck, even Marinette and Adrien were here today on time. Class was going to begin in four minutes and Rose, the girl who usually was the second student in class (after Max), was nowhere to be seen as everyone else chatted inside the warm and toasty classroom, exchanging bags of roasted chestnuts. Juleka herself had a bag that she was planning to share with Rose, but the girl still hadn't come.
Juleka glanced outside the window, where the sky was dark and dropping its snowflakes onto Paris, coating the entire city in a white glittery sheen. The atmosphere so close to Christmas was so entirely cheerful; she supposed that was why no akumas had been around lately. There were lights on everywhere, one could see in the vintage setting of the Paris streets, in the lights strung across rooftops to the huge Christmas tree smack in the middle of downtown which Ladybug and Chat Noir had decorated together the week prior much to the delight of the Parisian citizens. Huge crowds had gathered, breaths puffing out in little white clouds, as they held cellular devices in their mittened hands to record and watched the superheroes jump off the sides of the buildings and off of rooftops to string lights around the colossal tree and finally work together to get the star on top. Juleka could still recall the deafening roars of the cheering crowds that day.
Maybe Rose was held up in the traffic. The snow could cause some hold up on the streets, right?
There were three minutes left to class and Rose still wasn't there. Marinette took notice of the empty seat next to Juleka and got up, speaking a few words to Alya, Nino, and Adrien whom she was previously talking to, and walking up to Juleka's side. The class president smiled and Juleka couldn't help but to smile back.
"It's odd for Rose to not be here," Marinette said. "Usually I'm the one who's running late." Both of the girls chuckled.
"Did you text her and ask where she is?"
Juleka shook her head. "No, I was thinking that she might be caught up in traffic. But maybe it'd be a good idea to ask… she's usually never late…"
Just then a person walked into the classroom. They weren't particularly tall, quite short actually, and their stature seemed even smaller when it was swallowed up by a huge black jacket. The hood was up and snow was peppered on it, visible like stars in the night sky, and underneath the jacket they wore black leggings and black boots. Everyone in the classroom quieted and stared at the odd newcomer dressed completely in black. Juleka could feel something about this person.
Mme. Bustier turned to the form and noticed a schoolbag by their feet. "Oh, are you in the wrong classroom? Class is starting in two minutes, you should hurry!"
The mysterious figure was still for a few moments before they reached up with their hands (covered with black mittens, of course) and slid their hood off of their head, eliciting a collective gasp from the entire classroom.
"ROSE?!"
As if Rose's eyes weren't large enough to begin with, now her owlish eyes seemed even bigger, practically sunken into her face- not with fatigue, but anger? Her hair was also not groomed into the smooth, straight cut it was always brushed into and the shaggy head of hair made Rose seem kind of… scary. Not to mention the fact that she wasn't wearing a drop of pink and instead covered head to toe in black- the color she had explicitly specified to Juleka before that she'd never be seen wearing dead- was also alarming.
"Rose, dear God, what happened to you?!" Alya cried out. Alya's words seemed to be the catalyst and suddenly everyone was bursting forth with questions for Rose, who stayed quiet throughout all of it. Then Chloe spoke.
"So you finally stopped acting all happy and cheerful? Good, you were like a broken doll." Chloe 'hmph'ed. "Although now you're an eyesore. Talk about wanting attention!"
Rose quietly walked up to Chloe's desk and stared at her. Chloe, despite her earlier words, could feel herself shrinking in the gaze of the smaller girl. What the heck?!
Then, in the most nasally, strained, frustrated, and non-Rose voice one could imagine, Rose said, "Not today Chloe."
And both the blondes were quiet for the rest of class.
Well, now Juleka could share her roasted chestnuts with Rose.
rose-ted chestnuts… I'll see myself out
