Hey Guys! CP Here! Sorry it took me so long to update. Anyway, I have a friend who wrote a poem for my story just because I asked her. She is great at writing poems, specifically angst poems. So, I have decided that for every chapter I will post a bit of the poem. My friend's fanfiction username is AnimalJam. So go! Check her out! What are you waiting for? Go! You can read this chapter later.
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There's a memory of what
we
used
to
be
That I can see through the flames
-Point of no Return, Starset
Luck and chaos
Words and actions
Wisdom and strength
Supposed to be unbeatable
What happened?
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"Mr. Agreste?"
Adrien looked up from his book to see a young girl standing in front of his desk.
"Oh, yes?"
"Um, I was wondering if you could tell me what the homework was?"
"Oh, yeah. The homework is pages 119-120 in the textbook." Adrien said. He pulled out a post- it, wrote the homework on it, then handed it to the girl.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
You might be surprised to find that former famous heartthrob model Adrien Agreste became a physics teacher for the French school College Francoise Dupont. When the world found out, the media had a field day. But Adrien was happy. He never wanted a life of fame. He didn't want to live on the catwalk for the rest of his life. He wanted to do what he loved. It just so happened that what he loved was physics.
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Marinette was famous. She knew that. Everyone knew that. She was the owner, creator, and CEO of MDC Fashion. Her company was one of the most known companies in the world. It was at the top. The best of the best. Her company was known world-wide and her clothes could be found anywhere. Her fashion lines ranged from casual to formal. Her clothes were for any gender and any age. She was one of the only companies that did that. Most fashion companies focused on one gender, one style, and one age group. But, she always liked being different and standing out, so those unspoken rules did not apply to her or her company. While her clothes traveled worldwide, she usually stayed in one area. She didn't really go anywhere unless it was for really important fashion business. Where had gone from Paris was where she was now. New York. New York was where she had first started her company. Marinette had gone to school here in NYC. She had went to one of the top fashion schools: Fashion Institute of Technology. But, then again, she hadn't really had a choice. Not after what happened with Hawkmoth. Not to mention she hadn't had enough money to go somewhere else other than where she had ended up. Also, the city had kind of grown on her. It reminded her of Paris. The streets were always full and bustling, and while Paris might be the city of lights, New York came up as a close second. Wow. She really missed Paris. Marinette felt a pang of homesickness hit her, but brushed it off. Seriously, it had been years since she had left Paris. She should be over then again, there were many things she should be over. Like-NOPE! She wasn't thinking about anything that had to do with what happened seven years ago. Actually, she didn't want to think about anyone that had to do with Paris at all, period! She was over all of that. Now she had work to do. Fashion Week would be happening in just a few weeks and she still had to finish tailoring that dress and do a few test runs, and do more fittings.
Marinette sighed and pushed away from her desk. She still had to get a few more details about Fashion Week from her assistant Karen.
"Hey Karen!"
"Oh! What can I do for you Mari?"
"Yeah, I was wondering if you had the details for Fashion Week."
"Wondered! Mari, I'm offended! Fashion Week is weeks away! WEEKS! Tomorrow is like basically Fashion Week! Of course I have it! Who and what do you think I am?" Karen playfully nudged Marinette.
"Karen! You're the worst! Was that a joke or a-"
"Pun! It was actually a pun!" Karen grinned proudly. "But, that's one of my bad ones. You should hear my cat puns! They are absolutely meow-velous!"
Marinette was about to protest against Karen's terrible so called puns when she realized what Karen had said; meow-velous. An image of her old partner flashed into her mind. She saw him. His smile. She heard his voice in her head. She heard his annoying puns. She saw the expression of shock when Hawkmoth was unmasked. She saw the hurt on his face as she zipped away. The last time she had seen him. Marinette's eyes glazed over and her breathing increased as she got sucked back into her old memories….Chat….Adrien….Hawkmoth…..Dead…...Gabriel Agreste…..Dead…..Adrien, poor, poor Adrien….It's okay. …...I'll help you…..I'm sorry….. I couldn't…. I'm weak…..
"...nette!"
"Marinette!"
"Ergh.. Karen…. What-what happened?"
"I-I think you had a panic attack!"
Marinette blinked a few times to clear her vision. She found herself lying on the ground, barely supported by Karen who was squatting next to her. Marinette grabbed onto the desk and pulled herself up.
"Mari! You shouldn't be standing now." Karen yelped, wrapping her arms around Marinette.
Karen helped Marinette slowly walk over into her office. Marinette eased into her chair and sighed.
"Alright Mari. You stay here while I get one of the nurses downstairs." (A/N: I thought that since this is a fashion place there should be a nurse incase someone hurts themselves with a needle or something. Don't judge!)
"Kar, I'm fine really." Marinette tried to stand up to stop Karen, but wobbled and fell back into her chair.
Karen raised an eyebrow at her. "Of course you are."
"Hey was that sarcasm-"
"Now you are sitting your butt down on that chair while I get the nurse. I'll do it even if I have to tie you to your chair."
Marinette sighed in defeat. "Fine. Could you at least let me look at the details for Fashion Week while I wait. That is after all what I had came over to your desk for."
Karen looked at her suspiciously before walking to the door. "I'll get them, but you better stay right where you are."
"Alright, alright."
Karen walked out of the room, before coming back with a manila folder.
"We got the details for Fashion Week a whole week ago." Karen passed Marinette the folder.
"I'm going to go get the nurse."
Marinette gave a weak nod as she started reading through the details. The organizers of Fashion Week had requested her and her companies presence. They wanted her to show her new Spring line. Blah, blah, blah, Paris, Agreste. Wait. Paris. It was being held in Paris. It was being hosted by Agreste Fashion. Shit.
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Aww. Poor Mari. See you next update! Wait! happy Earth Day! Preserve the Earth! Stop Global Warming!
We have met the enemy and he is us.- Walt Kelly