Origins (2)

Marinette ran into the school yard and up the steps haphazardly carrying the box of macaroons.

Busting in through the door, she found a few familiar faces. There was Nino who was forced to sit in a row in the front by miss Bustier. There was also Max, Kim, Myléne, and Rose sitting at the back. And of course, there was also Chloe and Sabrina.

Marinette ignored her bad luck and took a seat in the second row directly in the middle. Chloe just couldn't leave things well enough alone and marched over to where she sat and slammed a palm down onto the table.

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng." Chloe's voice grated Marinette's ears.

"Ugh, here we go again." Marinette felt defeated by her own bad luck.

"That's my seat."

Marinette sighed and looked at the mean, rich girl. Chloe's blonde hair was tied into a tight ponytail and she wore white sunglasses on top of her head. Marinette locked bluebell eyes onto icy blue ones. "But Chloe, this has always been my seat."

Chloe's sidekick, Sabrina, slid onto the bench beside Marinette. "Not anymore. New school year, new seats."

No matter how mean Chloe was to Sabrina, the redhead would always be beside her. It really did stun Marinette at how someone could stick beside someone so mean.

"So why don't you go and sit by that new girl." Chloe turned and pointed toward a girl Marinette had never seen before.

The new girl wore an orange and white plaid shirt. Her long curly brown hair fell in waves down her back. She glanced up from her phone to briefly look at the exchange.

"But..." Marinette started her weak argument before Chloe rudely cut her off.

"Adrien's arriving today, and since that's going to be his seat," She pointed to the row in front of Marinette. "This is going to be my seat." Chloe slammed both hands onto the table. "Get it?"

Nathaniel and Ivan came into the classroom and claimed the rows behind her.

"Who's Adrien?"

Chloe and Sabrina burst into a fit of giggles. Crossing her arms, Chloe asked no one in particular; "Can you believe that she doesn't know who Adrien is?"

Her icy blue eyes narrowed. "What rock have you been living under?"

Sabrina leaned in close, almost sounding helpful as she explained to Marinette who Adrien was. "He's only a famous model."

Chloe placed one perfectly manicured hand on her chest, looking very stuck up, which Marinette had to agree that it wouldn't be very hard for her to accomplish. "And I am his best friend. He adores me. Go on, move."

If this Adrien was Chloe's best friend than there was no way that she wanted to meet him. He would probably be just as mean and stuck up as Chloe was.

Just then the new girl walked over. "Who elected you queen of the seats?"

Chloe took the challenge. "Look, Sabrina. We've got a little do-gooder this year. What are you going to do, shoot beams at me with your glasses?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" The new girl snarled at her. Brushing past Chloe, she grabbed Marinette by the wrist, dragging her to her seat in the front row beside the windows.

At the bottom of the steps, Marinette tripped, spilling the rest of the macaroons except for a couple. "Sorry, sorry, sorry."

"All right, has everyone found a seat?" Their home room teacher, miss Bustier asked.

"Chillax, girl. No biggie." The new girl said once Marinette was seated.

"I so wish I could handle Chloe like you do." Marinette confided to her.

"You mean the way Majestia does." She held up her phone with a picture of a blonde super heroine wearing a red and blue costume. "She says that all that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good people do nothing."

She grabbed Marinette's shoulder and pointed to Chloe. "Well, that girl over there is evil, and we're the good people. We can't let her get away with it."

"Easier said than done. She likes to make my life miserable." Marinette whispered.

"That's because you let her, girl. You just need more confidence."

Marinette liked the girl. She was brave and spoke how she felt.

Reaching for the only macaroon that Marinette could save, she broke it half and split it with her new friend.

"Marinette." She introduced herself with a smile.

"Alya." Her new friend accepted the offered gift.

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Luka walked beside his sister, hands stuffed into the pockets of his coat. "You're going to be late for your first day if you don't hurry." He chuckled.

Julika, his younger sister, walked behind him a couple of paces. She picked up her speed till she was walking beside him, matching his pace. "It's alright. Thanks for walking me there."

"It's fine." He was still in bed asleep when he had heard a noise from outside.

He had walked out to the deck of the ship where he and his sister lived with their mother to find his sister looking at her bike. The back tire had popped after running over a nail.

Worried about his sister and having nothing better to do, he decided to walk her to her school. Guess it would have been their school if he hadn't asked their mother if he could be home schooled this year.

They reached the steps and Julika ran up them. When she reached the top, she turned around and waved goodbye.

Luka was turning around to leave when a flashy silver car pulled to a stop. A gorilla like man and a dainty business woman climbed out and stopped a boy who had just reached the first step.

He knew that boy. Or at least recognized him from somewhere. He looked like that young model who was postered everywhere.

Luka saw an elderly Chinese man loose his balance on his cain and fall. Without thinking, he rushed past the three strangers to the old man. He picked up the fallen cain and handed it to the man as he helped him up.

"Thank you, young man." The man thanked him.

"No problem. Are you all right?"

"Thank you, I'm fine."

Luka smiled and waved bye to the elderly man before he walked passed the blonde boy who had been on his way to help. He was ready to be back home by his guitar.

* * * *

The elderly Chinese man waited for everyone to leave before he turned around to face the way that he had just come from.

Lifting the cain behind his back, he took off, whistling the tune to an old song. His plan had been to find the perfect candidates for the ladybug and the black cat miraculous and he had succeeded. It sure felt good to see that young people of this generation could be so caring and considerate.

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The school bell rung, ending the class, or at least until the next one.

"Kim!" Ivan got out of his seat, clutching a piece of paper in his hand. He reared back his arm as if he was going to punch the class jockey.

"Ivan, what is going on?" Miss Bustier asked.

He lowered his arm for a second to point at Kim. "It's Kim! I'm so gonna..."

"Ivan!" Miss Bustier's voice turned stern. "Go to the principal's office."

Ivan balled up the piece of paper that he was holding. His eyebrows knitted together in anger.

Clutching the balled up paper in one hand, he threw on his backpack and walked out the door.

* * * *

The still doors on the large window slid open. Hawk Moth stood in the middle of his lair surrounded by white butterflies.

"Negative emotions. This is perfect. Just what I need." He lifted a clawed hand in front of his masked face. "Anger, sadness... Burn a whole into his heart my little akuma."

A white butterfly landed onto his open palm. With his other hand he covered the tiny, winged creature.

Black spherical bubbles floated around his closed hands. Sliding into the cracks to cover the little butterfly.

When he removed his hand, the white butterfly was now black with bright purple markings. "Fly away, my little akuma, and evilise him!"

The newly turned butterfly took fly. It disappeared out of an opening in the middle of the large window.

Flying in the sky, above the Parisian city, it made its way to the school where Marinette attended.

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