Marinette's POV:
"I cannot do it, Alya!" I yell into the phone.
"Yes, you can, girl!"
"I am too chicken."
"Girl, be confident," Alya replies.
"Confident, but I am not that type of person. If I were, I would have told him in high school on graduation day even."
"Well, you know what you have to do then?"
"No, what?" I ask as I brace myself for her intuition.
Great, I know that confidence is the one thing I lack.
I roll my eyes. It is hopeless.
"What you Need is Confidence!" I hear Alya blurt out right before she hangs up the phone.
I sigh. Confidence, how do I get it?
I know Alya is right. She is my best friend for crying out loud.
The trouble is I am the least confident person I know.
the story continues in Chapter 1
until then,
bye-bye,
little owlets!
-Summer out!
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