I want to write but I'm stuck with current stories so this is for when I'm inspired but can't write for them.

Bad language warning!

This is a story in which Adrien and Marinette's usual friends bully her (the reasons for which will be explained in the future. This is a romance -probably MariChat.

Also, this story features the character Marc from the newest episode Reverser. I really hope you enjoy.

Smiling wildly, deeming herself ready, Marinette jumped up from her stool and onto her feet. Shaking, the clumsy girl clung onto her vanity as it nearly toppled over from her sudden movement. Sighing, she sat down again, noticing a single strand of hair that had fallen out of one of her pigtails. She tucked it behind her ear and got up again- soon feeling it flop back down again.

A strand of hair was the least of the teens worries- she was starting a new school. Yes, her parents had moved into her grandfather's bakery over the summer, as he wanted to see the world before he was due to leave it. Paris was a lot bigger than her old secluded town near the coast of France but it also had more people. Maybe she would even make some friends.

Fastening a velvet black choker around her neck, Mari walked over to the trapdoor that was also the entrance to her room. It was bigger than her old home! Her bed was on a separate platform and had a ladder going up to a balcony. As well as that she was allowed to decorate it however she pleased! Pink was everywhere, also a few cat pillows as well. Soon her designs would fill the walls and a corner was set up to be he mini-studio. Everything was perfect.

"You can do this," Marinette stated, clenching her fists," All you need to make is one friend- just one,"

With a deep breath, she opened the trapdoor and headed downstairs. Her Maman (a short woman with similar raven black hair to her daughter) handed her a croissant on a plate. Kissing her daughter on the head, the woman walked to the door.

"I'm sorry but business is flying in the bakery," Her Maman, also known as Sabine, explained," Have fun on your first day. Remember confidence is everything!"

Marinette nodded as she watched her mother sprint out of the room and shut the door. Quickly, she ate her breakfast and packed her bag. All the while time continued on at a fast pace and soon enough it was time to trek to her new school.

A lump sat in the girl's throat as she left her apartment and walked down the building's stairs. Dozens of different scenarios were running through her head (good and bad). Nothing seemed to calm her sky-rocketing nerves.

Quivering, her hands grasped the doorknob. Mari closed her eyes and pushed it open. Bright lights shone on her face, blinding her. Slowly the pavements and people came into view. Familiar scents filled her nose, like the fumes from the bakery next door to the smoke pouring out of the chimney of the house on the other side of the road. Taking it all in, she decided to continue; not to cower away into the shadows or demand to be homeschooled.

Luckily, the school was only a simple road-cross away. Her nerves wouldn't be able to cause too much damage in that length of time! Well hopefully anyway.

As suspected, the school was soon at her feet. However her nerves had in fact now taken over all of her body and her brain had ran off with her sense. Even walking seemed like a complicated activity as she felt the eyes of dozens of students fall on her. She was the new girl after all so it would be expected.

More gazes came her way as she entered the courtyard. All she had to do was ask one where the principal's office was, which would strike up a conversation which would lead to being friends as well as a good reputation. Her heart fluttered at the thought.

Turning around to asses who looked the friendliest to approach, Marinette's eyes landed on a girl with dark-tanned skin and glasses. She was laughing and smiling to a boy in a red cap. It was just them two so no one else could intrude. She didn't want to involve herself in a massive group too early.

"Ex. Um," Well she definitely got their attention now," Excuse me but could you tell me where the principal's office is?"

Adjusting her glasses, the girl looked Marinette up and down with a scrutinising gaze. A queasy feeling filled Mari's stomach but she swallowed it down. The girl whispered something to the boy, still keeping her out of the loop.

"Yeah find someone else," The girl responded, turning back to the boy.

Marinette froze, had she done something wrong? How had she messed up already? God she was such a failure. Nothing would be better than sinking into the ground and never resurfacing again. Her thoughts began to run away with her again so much so that she didn't realise that she had been staring at them the entire time.

"Is there something wrong with you?" The girl asked, looking repulsed," Have you got special needs or some other weird shit? God you're a freak,"

The boy laughed as Mari felt a twinge of sadness as her eyes became glossy," Oh sorry,"

Turning around and retreating quickly, Marinette looked up and noticed a room with a sign above it. Relief washed away the embarrassment of the last situation away as she walked up the stairs to the principal's office. A boy with red hair was walking down and she went up. He gave her a smirk so she smiled back.

As the two passed Mari felt herself loose her footing- the boy must of accidentally tripped her. Slamming onto the stairs, she looked back to see him laughing instead of helping her. The sadness crept back again and she struggled to keep it contained. Why was everyone so rude here?

Maybe she'd only met the bullies so far, that had to be the answer. She would soon know anyway but at this moment in time she needed to be in the principal's office. Mr Damocles was his name, or something along those lines she couldn't really remember properly.

Knocking on the door, Marinette waits until she heard a 'come in' from inside the room. Opening the entrance, she walked in slowly. Her nerves picked up a bit but soon died down when she noticed the friendly smile on his face. Everything would be fine, she just needed to remind herself of that.

"You must be Marinette Dupain-Cheng?" The man in the chair asked, she nodded," Ah well I'm Mr Damocles and welcome to my school,"

Mari sat down in the chair he gestured her to," It's my pleasure to be here,"

"Why thank you. You seem to be a very polite young lady," Mr Damocles said happily," We'll start with the basic formalities. Here is your class schedule, in any free periods you can go to the art or other rooms to partake in projects. The more you do over the year the better,"

Marinette took the piece of paper with the folder attached, a map was on the back of her timetable," Now if you ever suffer from any sort of bullying speak to our head of student wellbeing Miss Bustier- I think you'll find she is one of your teachers,"

He continued to talk about the school values and rules- Mari made sure to keep a mental list in her head," And most importantly have fun here. We want your school experience to be of happy and fond memories. Now please make your way to your first class, I hope you enjoy your day,"

Taking that as her dismissal, Marinette thanked the headmaster and left accordingly. She stuffed the folder into her bag but kept the valuable timetable/map out- she definitely needed that. Luckily, the classroom was only a few doors down so she wouldn't be getting lost straightaway.

As soon as she entered, the room fell quiet. A ginger haired woman turned around to face her, a happy smile on her face. Marinette returned it as she stole a quick glance at her classmates. There was the dark-tanned girl, red capped boy and the red haired boy who tripped her. Really? What a lucky girl she was, hitting the jackpot three times.

"You must be Marinette- I'm Miss Bustier," The woman announced, gesturing for the teen to come closer," Class this is one of the two new students we have. This young lady is Marinette Dupain-Cheng. In this hour you can do homework and other activities however you of course don't have any so get to know your classmates!"

There were murmurs of hellos and responses, a girl with spiky pink hair laughed," Well that one definitely isn't the model,"

Most of the glass laughed then whilst others covered their mouths. Marinette felt her smile drop, four times something bad had happened and it was only morning. Subconsciously, the ravenette began to tap on her wrists- it was a calming technique she had been taught. It only calmed her anxiety slightly.

"Alix! I'm so sorry Marinette," Miss Bustier apologised," Why don't you go and sit near Alya,"

Alya turned out to be the dark-skinned girl. Her head hit the desk as Marinette walked over and sat next to her. A few groans could be heard but Mari tried her best to block them out. She didn't want to seem like she couldn't take a few jokes- that would be the worst!

Soon after she settled down, the door opened again. Silence fell through the class again, this time however there was an atmosphere of excitement. In the doorway, a messy yet sophisticated mop of sun blonde hair was atop a boy who looked picture perfect. Smirking seductively, the boy practically cat-walked into the class, causing many girls to swoon and scream at the sight of him. One particular girl even exclaimed for him to sit next to her.

"Alright, settle down!" Miss Bustier ordered, the class followed the order with much protest," This is Adrien, please take a seat near Nino. He's over there right at the front, apparently I need to keep an eye on you as you have been showing rebellious behaviour according to your father,"

A few of the girls swooned again, Marinette rolled her eyes- and entitled bad boy was all she needed to make her day worse. The reaction had been massively different compared to her own, probably because this Adrien was most definitely a model. Maybe no one would notice her if she stayed quiet enough.

"Oi pigtails!" Adrien hissed, looking behind him right at her, his eyes were a vibrant green," My father owns a fashion company I was wondering if you wanted to go and pick an outfit that won't make you look like a dirt poor seven year old?"

Mari looked down at her clothes, a plain black tank top and some comfy jeans fitted her frame nicely- she even had a thin midnight cardigan that she had made out of a dress from a car boot. Sure it wasn't the most expensive outfit but it wasn't as bad as he had said! Glaring at the model she noticed a smug grin on his face, he knew he had got to her.

Alya and Nino laughed at his comment, looking Marinette over again. Numbness filled her legs as the room began to spin. She needed to act quick before her breathing sounded like a donkey's cry.

Five things she could see. First was the bracelet on her wrist, second the chalk Miss Bustier held in her hand. Number three would be the pencil on her desk, four the red cap Nino wore and five her bag under the desk.

Four things she could touch. An obvious one would be the desk, another her hair or maybe even her thin cardigan. Finally, come on she only needed one more... of course! Her bracelet!

Three things she could hear. Naturally one would be Miss Bustier's voice as she told the students talking to focus on their homework's. Number two could be the annoying voice of the blonde girl arguing with her friend about who the most in designer was. Last, but definitely not least, the familiar sound of pencils scribbling on paper.

Two things she could smell. Alya's strong rose scented perfume would be the first option. It was very strong and tickled the edge of Marinette's nose. The final thing would be the sweets from the two girls a few desks back- one with dark purple hair and a small petite one with a blonde pixie cut. They seemed oblivious to the loud erupting classroom around them.

One thing she could taste. So many happy memories came flooding in as the taste would be that of the croissant she had that morning. Her mother always did try her hardest to make things easier and better for Mari. Sabine was the best mother in the world- as any other child would most likely say if they too had such a loving mother.

The numbness ceased and the room around her refocused. She'd managed to avoid the heavy donkey breathing this time. Even more luckily, Adrien and the other two had started a conversation among themselves. Marinette decided she would just design as it didn't seem like she would get anywhere with these three.

As soon as her pencil hit the paper, the world seemed to evaporate. Every new line or curve diminished her worries further. Marinette decided to design a simple dress frame with some embezzlements. In the centre of the chest would be a structured rose. Although simple, it would take a lot of work.

Being too focused in her designs, Marinette failed to notice Alya watching her. As she had now left their conversation, Adrien and Nino tried to look at her place of interest. Both gave sly smirks as they watched the budding designer who was engrossed in her work. Slowly, the blonde model's hand crept over the desk to the book and waited there.

Still oblivious to her actual surroundings, Mari continued her outfit- trying to think of what the colours should be. Suddenly the book disappeared from under her pencil. Eyes widening Marinette looked up to see Adrien with it in his hands, glossing through her designs. Biting her lip and tapping her wrist, the ravenette watched him with a pleading look as Alya told him to rip them out.

"Were you going for the poverty-stricken look here?" Adrien questioned, trying not to wince as he could tell her designs were amazing," Not even a homeless guy would wear that. Cheap. Boring. Those colours are atrocious!"

Before he could continue his taunt, the bell rang. Never had Marinette jumped up as fast as she did, trying to snatch her book back. Nino and Alya laughed as Adrien tucked the precious item into his bag. Winking at the girl he'd stolen from, the blonde left- about a dozen girls following him.

Most of the class were now all grouped together and leaving the classroom. This big gang was made up of all the people who had treated her horribly. Silently, she picked up her bag and left- it was break but the only place she could go without being picked on was probably the library. At least, that's what she hoped.

As expected, the library was empty. It was probably not 'cool enough' for them. Thank goodness, she might actually get some peace up here. Silence was all that met her- silence was what she dreamed of. Maybe there would be some books on fashion history she could read. Hell, maybe there might be a fellow asylum seeker she could finally befriend.

After she'd sat down at a table, and selected a suitable book to read, Marinette heard a loud crash near the doors. Seconds after, a boy came running in- covering his face. Outside laughter continued to echo- clearly this boy had too been part of the wrath of the students here. Maybe she should try talking to him.

His hair was similar to hers, dark midnight sort of blue. Marinette really like the red hoodie he was wearing too, it really suited his bright eyes which shone despite the sadness that lingered there.

Deciding that he too needed a friend to confide in, Marinette walked over to him. She didn't go unnoticed, the boy looked up at her. Fear came over his face but soon stopped as they both sensed the comfort the other needed. Holding out a hand Mari went to help him up, he took it reluctantly.

"I'm Marinette. I take it that there aren't many nice people around here," Mari said, he laughed lightly.

"It does seem that way," He responded," I'm Marc by the way. I think it's either join the crowd or be the prey here. I'd rather be out of that toxic system,"

Marinette smiled at him," That makes sense. It's my first day here and so far it's been hell. I might just stick with what you're doing,"

"Well then you might as well have a friend... if you don't mind that is," Marc offered shyly, Mari smiled at him.

"Sure you seem the most friendliest person here," She replies, Marc beamed widely.

"Well Marinette-"

"My friends call me Mari," They both giggled.

"Well Mari, I think we should celebrate our friendship," Marc exclaimed.

Excitedly Marinette fisher a tub out of her bag," My family owns a bakery nearby- want to share some macaroons?"

Marc didn't need telling twice, the pair sat down at the table and began to eat the sweet treats. Jokes, memories and many stories were shared. All of the horrible stuff that had happened seemed to disappear as they focused on the budding friendship between them. They almost didn't notice the bell ring.

Marinette was thankful that she had at least one friend as some part of her knew this school wouldn't be easy.