Chapter 4
SO sorry that I took so long to post this. My mom had blocked fanfiction net for a week :\ ( Just some advice, DON'T let your parents install Qustodio EVER)
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Marinette did not know who this kind stranger was, to comfort her so. The aqua tears that had flooded from her steel-blue eyes had blurred her vision, so that the world was a swirl of things, an unfinished watercolor painting.
The good Samaritan had a beautiful voice, too, as Marinette discovered when she asked her a question.
"Do you want to come to my house?"
The voice had a lilting quality to it. Marinette nodded, hypnotized by the euphonious rising and falling of the girls tone.
The girl wrapped a gossamer-thin arm around Marinette's back, letting her hand rest under Marinette's shoulder. She exhaled, a puff of breath tickling the nape of Marinette's neck as the pumpkin-orange-clad girl lifted up Marinette's swaying body. Marinette walked slowly, listing from one side to the other, uneasy on her own two feet.
The two girls walked past rows of houses, the city still as night feel. After a few minutes , Marinette realized how dark it had become. She craned her head back, gazing at the beautiful pinpricks of diamond-white light that dotted the opal-black sky. Their pace slowed as they came to a section of small apartments. The girl pushed open a rusted iron gate, which creaked ominously as it swung open. Marinette trudged up a set of grimy cement stairs, the girl following close behind. Marinette could hear pattering footsteps higher up in the stairwell as someone descended the stairs. A man with puffy, hollowed-out eyes passed them as he trotted down the stairs. When he saw the girl, he glared at her. As he passes, marinette caught whiff of the overpowering odor of alcohol and heard him mutter in a cruel tone
" Looks like rich girl brought a friend."
Marinette fought the urge to turn around and look at the girl behind her. She knew that the comment had hurt the girl , and that the girl wouldn't want another pair of eyes gawking at her, even if they were Marinette's watery cyan set instead of an old man's dead grey ones.
After a few minutes of agonizing silence, they arrived on the sixth story, and Marinette was about to walk up the next flight of dusty steps when she felt someone grab her arm. She looked down to see a caramel colored hand with it's fingers wrapped around her insipid forearm. The girl whispered
"Don't. That leads to the roof. We can go up there later if you like."
Marinette bowed her head, her loose oxford blue hair slipping out from behind her ear to linger like a portiere in front of her tear-streaked face. The girl unbolted the door, sliding the glossy, pebble gray bolt across the faded whitewashed door frame. Marinette strode into the small home,heading for the bathroom to wash her face. After being asked, the girl pointed her towards a room at the end of a dim hallway.
Marinette shut the door behind her, flipping the yellowing light switch. The sudden explosion of fluorescent light seared her retinas. She spun the grubby copper faucet and a steady stream of water poured into the once-white, sullied porcelain sink. She splashed invigorating water over her cotton-white face. As her vision finally cleared, she looked up into the cloudy, cracked mirror. Pearls of water dripped from her chin, and she listened to their tinny plink, plink . When she was about to leave, she noticed faded polaroids stuck into the corners of the dirt-encrusted mirror. She reached up to smooth one out and recognized the subject in the picture. Why would the girl have a picture of the liar?
She pulled down a few others. All of them were of a familiar girl with brown ponytails and an orange jacket or her family members.
Suddenly, Marinette didn't want to leave the bathroom.
The good Samaritan, the mystery girl, the person who had shown such kindness to her..
She was none other than the evil queen of class.
It was Lila Rossi.
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