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Chapter 2: Worlds Apart

             "Thanks!" Marinette said eager to eat her pancake, she pulled a chair out and sat down to dig in. After smoldering it in butter she cut it into tiny bite-size pieces and shoved it into her mouth, and chewed it slowly.

                 "You excited for the first day of school, Mari?" A bulky man said walking into the room, balancing a large satin white box on his hand.

              "Yes Papi," Marinette smiled gulping down some pulp-free orange juice. She was about to lift another small bite of flapjack when her father laid the box on the table and opened it up. Inside were five neatly stacked multicolored macarons, ranging from violet to yellow. "Oh, Papi it's perfect!" She exclaimed closing the lid and placed a kiss on her father's cheek, finishing her pancake, then putting on her backpack and grabbing her binder Marinette waved goodbye and left to her first day of school.

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           "I'm really curious where are we going?" Adrien pondered out loud as they turned around a corner when Blake turn around and shoved him.

                 "Why are you asking stupid questions like that?" She demanded putting her hands onto her hips, "You know what if you keep second-guessing me I'm going to let you fend for yourself." For the first time, Adrien looked at her fierceness and willingness to survive. "But because of your damn father, I can't."

        "Wait are you taking me to him?!" Adrien panicked. Blake instantly rose her eyebrow.

         "Yes, and why are you so scared? He's your father for goodness sake!" She exclaimed, turning immediately sad but regained her composer. "He would never do anything to hurt you..."

            Adrien stared at her and saw the wall securely locked up with a key that was thrown away surrounding her hurt heart. "Blake..." He started.

          "Don't I do not need your pity, let's just get moving! Alright?" She said turning and going around the corner of the remains of a building.

                  Adrien looked at the empty space feeling a spark of energy which he immediately shoved down. 'What is going on? My heart belongs to My Lady..' When he heard a scream emmit from the other side.

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        Marinette ran through the streets of Paris towards her school carefully making sure the box of confections we're safely secure. Her blue hair whipped against the wind and a gentle breeze caressed her cheeks. She skidded to a stop at the entrance of Dupont Highschool and took it all in. It was three stories high with beige walls and a silver-gray roof. Taking a deep breath of O2 she stepped inside.

                     Upon entering she was greeted by the staff and a couple of what appeared to be seniors. 'Not as bad as I thought it would be' she thought looking for her first-period class. When she bumped into a strawberry blonde haired and turquoise eyes. "S-Sorry!" Marinette laughed nervously falling onto her bottom.

              "Oh, it's okay. Hi, my name's Chloe what's your?" The girl smiled cheerfully holding out a white-sleeved arm. Marinette took it and lifted herself off the maroon carpet and brushed herself off.

                 "Marinette, and it's nice to meet you, Chloe. Oh no!" Marinette exclaimed turning around to look at the box of macaroons on the floor crushed a little bit but fine.

           "Luck," Chloe clapped, walking over to the place and picked up the box of sweets. She strode over to Marinette and handed her the box. "I know too, the floors can be such a jerk..."

          "Thank you!" Marinette gleamed and laughed opening up the lid of the box and handed the girl in front of her a yellow macaroon. "Here you go!"

          "No probs. And thank you," Chloe replied back taking a small dainty bite of the yellow sweet treat.

             Marinette smiled and headed towards her first-period class. Room 205. The door to room 205 was elaborately decorated to match the subject of the class- reading, pasted on the front of the door where pictures of books and quotes from some famous plays. Marinette walked up to the handle and cracked the door open a little bit. Miss Bustier was sitting at her cherry desk reading through some papers when she heard the door open.

            Marinette peaked her head in when Miss Bustier settled down her papers, walked over and opened the door fully for her and said, "Hello you can pick your seat."

           "Thanks," Marinette said, taking the room in. It had four rows of two oak wooden desks with benches made of the same wood. The first row on the left was already taken so she headed towards the second row on the right side and sat down. A minute before the bell rang the rest of the class trudged in and took their seats.

                    Once everyone was seated Marinette got up and opened her box of confections and began to pass them out to her classmates. With one blue macaroon left she stopped at the last row with the final last person. "Here you-!" She looked up and saw a night sky black messy haired and midnight blue-eyed boy. He looked up at her with a dazzling blinding smile and made eye contact with her, sending butterflies into the depths of her stomach. Marinette just stood there engrossed in his eyes and his hers when her jitters got the best of her, she quickly, softly and gently gave him his blue macaroon and walked no- ran back to her seat. Safely settled in her cozy bench she sneakily snuck a glance at the boy on the last desk of her row to see he was also staring at her, blushing she turned around.

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                  "Blake..." Adrien started turning around the shelter of the corner. When he spotted her being held against her will on her knees.

                     "Did you really think you could run forever and escape my clutches, girl?" A person said dressed in a coal black knight armor adorned with a bloodred feather on his helmet. "You'll make an excellent addition to my army considering the many successful times you've escaped me."

            'I need to think of a plan fast!' Adrien thought willing his brain to work and produce a plan. Then he remembered the granola bars in his pack and took them out. 'Hope this works!' he threw them across the plain of ruins, once they hit the ground the wrapping made quite a ruckus.

                      "Huh what was that? That reminds where is your sidekick?" He gestured to his guards to go investigate, "Now that would be quite a package deal if I get both of you..." He cackled.

                            "No! Adrien get away from here!" Blake warned glaring at Darkblade. When a hand was placed on her mouth muffling her protests. Darkblade lifted up his sword and began the transformation process.

             With his plan working Adrien reached inside his backpack again to find a hammer. 'Hmm..' He snuck up upon the final guards and knocked them out, then turned to Darkblade. "You will never ever harm a single hair on Blake!" He yelled bringing down the hilt of the hammer onto Darkblade's helmet knocking him out cold. Adrien nodded in approval and bent down to help Blake up.

                "You dumbass! (Excuse My French) You could have gotten your self turned too!" She yelled punching him in the shoulder with enough force to make him bruise. "But your plan worked and you saved me..."

                       "Don't mention it," Adrien grimaced rubbing his shoulder.