Marinette was sitting upon her bed watching as Adrien and Alya slowly packed her clothes into big brown boxes.
"Maybe if we don't pack I won't have to move," she said hopefully. Her friends glanced at her and she frowned with dismay. Her plan would never work. If she didn't pack her parents would for her. If she didn't get in the car her parents would pick her up and place her in the car. There was no getting out of this. She was moving tomorrow. Most of the van was packed full of boxes. All that was left was the drawers and beds. She hopped off the bed and began helping her friends. It was dead silent. None of them spoke a word. "Mom said we may be able to visit for Christmas," She chirped cheerfully but her cheer was fake and everyone knew it. It would be difficult for them to make the trip back and forth every holiday. It would be nearly impossible. Tom would get paid well but the house was big, the prices were raised, and Sabine's schooling would be expensive. Taking such long plane trips would simply cost too much and even though Marinette hardly understood finance she knew they couldn't handle many trips to Paris. As they finished up Tom came in to disassemble the bed and bring everything to the moving van. Marinette and Alya placed sleeping bags for themselves on the ground. Now that they were not babies Adrien would have to sleep in the other room. He rolled out his bag in the kitchen and the children were fast asleep. The sunrise awoke Marinette as the blazing light filtered through her stain glass window. The pink and blue light danced around the room as the sun slowly rose. She shook Alya and she nearly slapped her as she abruptly sat up. "Wakey wakey eggs and bacey," Marinette tried to smile but all she could do was try not to cry. It was moving day. The girls slumped into the kitchen to see Adrien was already eating his breakfast. Sabine had went to the restaurant down the street and had brought home pancakes as a surprise. Alya quickly perked up but Marinette hardly noticed the tantalizing smell the delicious breakfast was giving off. She pushed herself onto a chair and started eating an apple.
"What's wrong Marinette? Don't you want pancakes?" Sabine asked. Marinette shook her head.
"No, I'm not that hungry..." her voice trailed off as she bit into the last bite of her apple. She climbed off the chair and headed for her room. "I guess I better pack up my sleeping bag." Sabine couldn't help but feel bad for her. She couldn't imagine the dread of leaving the only home she'd ever known and all her friends at such a young age. Marinette's friends hopped off their chairs and ran straight towards her room to see her lying to the floor crying. She looked up at them and choked out the words, "I... don't... wanna... move!"
"We understand. We don't want you to move either," they said. Suddenly they were all in a group hug crying together. "Too bad Nino isn't here. He's gonna be so sad he missed saying goodbye to Marinette." Only moments later Tom came into the room.
"Its time to go," he said slowly. The friends looked up through tears eyes. They held hands all the way to the car. Marinette was hugged, and then buckled in. Adrien, Alya, and their families watched as the car and van slowly moved out of the driveway and drove away. Adrien instantly turned to his father for affection but his father was solemn as usual. His mother had died 2 months before and Mr. Agreste hadn't been the same since. His father had always been closed off but once she died he had become more cold even towards him. Marinette had attended the funeral. She sat right next to Adrien and held his hand as he cried. Adrien was remembering that now. Marinette had always been there for him and now... he was losing her. Alya was already in her car seat. She told her mother she didn't want to stay here. It reminded her too much of her best friend. Adrien forcefully grabbed his father's hand. If his best friend couldn't be there to support him he would need his father's love and he was going to get it no matter what. Gabriel was surprised but didn't let go. They walked to the limo and got in. It would be years before they saw Marinette again but rest assure they would wait