It was Marinette's first day of 7th grade. Alya was sitting on her bed deciding which jeans to wear.
"Marinette! I can't decide. I need your help! Will you come down from there?" Screamed Alya. Marinette glanced down at the bottom bunk of her bed.
"You can't wear jeans for the first day. We need to stand out. Wear the skirt," replied Marinette dazily. "We can match. You can wear orange and I'll wear red. Then we'll wear the white tops and French braid our hair with the string."
"Wow, you really planned this, huh?" Said Alya. Marinette shook her head. Style came naturally to her. She dressed nice all the time back in Colorado. It was hard to fit in so she had to look good constantly. It's just what everyone did. It was the norm.
"Marinette! Alya! Hurry down! Breakfast is ready!" Called Sabine from the bakery. They got dressed and raced down the stairs with hope for the first day spinning around their minds. Marinette had decided a few days ago that even though Paris would never compete with Colorado it was pretty okay. She already had her best friend back. What could go wrong?