"Ridiculous, utterly, utterly ridiculous!" Came the typical whining of Paris's blonde spoiled brat. Chloe Bourgeois trudging down the hallways of Françoise Dupont Collège to the principal's office in a huff. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary, considering her track record for bullying and bad behaviour. Not that she would ever get expelled or anything. Whenever she had a problem her daddy the mayor would have it all solved for with the flick of a finger. It just the one who got sent to detention was what really ticked her off.
"Who does that MariBrat thinks she is? Telling others how to act?!" Chloe seethed. Marinette Dupain-Cheng was a constant pain in her butt ever since she first attended. Taking her front row spot in class, beating her at the student body election and stealing her precious Adrikins. If she was more like her and wasn't so caught up in caring about others lower than them, that wouldn't be a problem.
Chloe suddenly came to a halt at that very thought. Why not? Perhaps with a little makeover she could even be worthy of a friend, maybe even a sister. Now that was an idea. She had always wanted a sister when she was younger. An evil grin curled up on Chloe's face at this. Yes, my very own sister Marinette.
"I'll catch up with you in a bit Alya, I just forgot something." Marinette told her friend before returning to Miss Busiter's class to grab her fashion sketchbook. She wasn't in the best of moods today. Chloe was to blame as usual for this. Sometimes she wondered why she even bothers with her. She idolises Ladybug but would hate her if she ever found out it was her.
But none the less, she knew it was important to not let your life as a civilian effect your actions as superhero. No matter who trailing it can be. Tikki's words sunk into her head. Grabbing her sketchbook she was about to leave when she noticed a small book on her desk. Cautiously opening up, she saw a beautiful golden amulet necklace in the shape of a bee.
Marinette was not sure who sent it. Perhaps it was Master Fu? Or maybe a close admirer? Maybe even Adrian? She blushed at the thought of this. Smiling she went to the bathroom to try it on. Tieing it around her neck, she turned to admir her reflection in the mirror. She looks good.
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