the broken butterfly

Chapter 1 (I need a name, help)

Ok, now, a quick a/n here, there are going to be a few diversions from the mlb cannon here:
First the not returning of miraculous and who got a miraculous. The people who get miraculouses can keep them for the entirety of the time;
Second is who got the miraculouses, in this world Alya Césaire got a miraculous, but it was the bee miraculous, not the fox miraculous; Nino Lahiffe got the turtle miraculous and Adrien and Marinette still have the black cat and ladybug miraculouses;
Third is the schooling system, in this world I'm going off of the Dutch school system, because I don't know what the French is like, don't care to research and the same for the other majorly used school systems like the American and British.
I think that's about it, but I'll update this if it turns out there's something I missed. Btw, this is the second day of the new year, when the government plans are getting enacted. 
Also, Natalie is in a coma beside Emilie. 

Important terms you need to get used to:

VWO = voorbereidend wetenschappelijk onderwijs = the secondary school you need to do to go to university if you don't want to do HBO

Conservatoire = music school for people who are freaks and want to get A-level music education (totally not me, how can you come up with that idea)

HBO = hoger beroepsonderwijs = the level of education just under the university, you can enter with VWO and HAVO diplomas

HAVO = hoger algemeen voortgezet onderwijs = the secondary school educational level just under VWO; you're stuck one year of your life less with school. What I mean is, VWO takes six years to complete if you don't have to redo a year, and HAVO is five years

If there's anything else you don't understand, I'll try to explain if I understand it myself.

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Marc's POV

Marc looked at his comic partner, the beauty. He was drawing the climax to the end of the first series of the comic, drawing the Wasp Queen taking down Mayura, whose identity was revealed to be a fairly well known criminal and rapist. He felt the drawing towards him again, he was so beautiful, so perfect. He knew the school would close soon; the cleaners wanted to go home at six, it was five to six.

'We should go home.' Whispered Marc.

'What did you say?'

'W-we should go h-home.' Said he a little louder. Nathaniel looked at the clock, saw the time and cursed under his breath.

'You're right, we do need to leave.' Said Nathaniel in the voice that was made melodious in Marc's head, it was made perfect, so he heard it thusly. They packed their stuff and left the art room, where they had been sitting since the seventh hour, which ended at 15.25. Going out the building, they strolled in silence until they split up. He went home, to his parents' home. Entering the home, he was met by Rachel, his parents' servant. She was cleaning the right side of the stairwell; so he took the left side. Having entered his sitting room, he let himself fall onto the sofa. He put his hand to his head, feeling a tear spill down his cheek. Why was he crying?

He lay down on the sofa, thinking of life and its meaning, trying everything he could think of to distract himself from the source of his tears. The door cracked open whilst his father entered the room.

'Hey, Marc,' said he, 'are you alright?' (A/N: I don't know what high-caste people in Britain talk like okay)

'Yeah, I'm doing amazing.' Stated he while feeling anything but. His father sat down next to him.

'I know I wasn't a good father when you were younger, I was still very much stuck in my parents' ways. I just want to say, you can tell me what is wrong, my son.'

'Nothing's wrong.'

'If you say so,' said he looking hurt, 'anyways, we're going to eat in ten minutes.' With those words hanging in the air behind his father, he felt his tears start falling much faster. Why was it so scary to come out? Why was it so frightening to?

He dragged himself to his feet, forcing the tears to stop, they could fall at night. During dinner his parents were talking about his elder brother's grades compared to his, he was a bad student for VWO, barely clawing his way to the next year again and again. He just wanted to learn the ins and outs of language and writing. He just wanted to become a linguist, unlike his brother, who was currently at the conservatoire learning harp.

After dinner they ate a dessert as a secret comfort food, for him, he didn't know what it was for the others. He went up the stairs after dessert and went into the library of his father's, taking a seat and a book there. He read until his father came in at eleven to get him to bed. Thus, at half past eleven, he lay in bed with the book he'd started three hours gone; he slept thirty minutes later.

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Nathaniel's POV

He looked at the clock early in the morning, his alarm hadn't gone yet, it wouldn't for another fifteen minutes. He was dead-stone tired, yet he managed to drag himself out of his bed and onto his feet. Going down, Nathaniel made his breakfast in silence. Taking it back to bed, he took his school laptop on his lap and started watching some videos on how to draw Medusa, which he had to do for arts. Well, he didn't have to draw Medusa, but he didn't know anyone else from Greek mythology.

He couldn't really concentrate on it, though, so he quit watching and started doodling in his sketchbook. At ten to eight he got out of his room with regret, changing into the clothes he'd laid down yesterday evening to change into this morn. He left the house at eight and arrived at school at ten to half. He entered the classroom where he'd have literature history in ten minutes, and started doodling Marc. He looked out the window a minute before the lesson would start and saw Marc's shy persona help an old man up. Why would he do such thing when he was nearly late?

The bell rang and Ms. Bustier entered the classroom. 'Well hello, my class. How are you all?'

'I'm pretty good, Ms. Bustier.' Announced Marinette loudly and cheerfully.

'That's good, Marinette. We've got to talk. The principle has decided, because the state has decided that less money is going to our school and schools in general, that a few classes have been broken up along with a few teachers who've been fired. And while most classes are already filled, ours has enough room for ten other people; so, ten people will join us here today. They will come soon, as the principle is moving across the school sending each person to their new class. Their schedules have already been updated from tomorrow onwards and I've got a class layout for the first day, after that you may choose your own seats. Just be sure to mix in with the other class, okay?' Nathaniel sighed, more people he had to see and who would want to get to know him.

(a/n: 959 words excluding a/n's. Btw, if you were wondering, yes I recently read something of Jane Austen's.)