The Final Fight of Paris - A miraculous fanfic

Chapter 1

Marinette walked into the classroom. Her head hung low, letting her tired eyes hide behind the rat's nest that she once called her hair.

She sat down in her usual spot and bent to pull out her books. She didn't bother looking to her left, she already knew the seat would be empty. So, she continued to stare at nothing, think of nothing.

Like clockwork, Mrs. Busteir walked in the classroom right at the bell. "Students, please pull out your projects and prepare to present- Oh! What's this?"

The class turned their attention to the messed-up clay house that sat on their teacher's desk. Marinette thought that it looked as if someone had stomped on it and then dragged it through the sewers. Disgusting.

"Actually,"

That was when Marinette just knew what was about to happen. She let the calm; blank feeling spread through her head all the way to her toes. No use being Ladybug if she was the one being akumatized.

"That- that's my project." Lila slapped her hands over her face and let out a big fat, very fake sob. "A student in this class was- was-" She peeked through a hole between her fingers, made eye contact with Marinette, and flinched. As if she was scared. "A student was jealous of my house and tried to-to-to steal it away from me. Then Marine-....when the girl got mad when I refused to give her my work, she-she BROKE IT!"

At this point, the whole class knew exactly who had supposedly "broken" her house. Marinette sighed and willed herself to do nothing. Let herself ignore the trembling that had started in her hands and spread down to her thighs. Let herself be nothing but present.

"Lila, would you like to step outside and tell me who did this to you?" Mrs. Busteir put out a reassuring hand, as if to help the poor, crying, innocent, girl down the steps.

Lila took one last trembling look at Marinette before cautiously following Mrs. Bustier out the door. Within moments, the class was upon Marinette. All yelling different things. All except Adrien, Chloe and Alya, who sat in silence. As the class shot glares and sent vicious words flying her way, the three sat there and stared straight ahead. Per usual.

At the beginning of this common turn of events, Marinette had held hope in her heart for them. She thought, 'At least they didn't seem to hate her. Maybe, just maybe, she could still have a friend in her life.' But no. Not really. Because even if they knew the truth, even if they wanted to help her- they didn't. Adrien and Alya would tell their classmates that they had yelled at Marinette enough. Alya would ask them if they really thought that their sweet classmate would ever do such a thing, and then Adrien would comfort her after school. But at the end of the day, they left her too. Because she had been suspended enough times that even her parents were starting to believe that they had raised a violent and mean daughter. And soon enough, Adrien and Alya would start believing those lies too. Soon enough, the whole city of Paris would be telling her to go die in a hole.

So, Marinette did her best to block out the pain as she silently began to pack her bags. "Thats right! Pack your bags and JUST GO ALREADY. You've created enough pain in this classroom and you don't deserve to be here. You deserve to be alone because you are a worthless, ugly, weak, little bitch who might as well disappear."

Marinette winced at the voice. "Mylene, that's harsh. Just lay off her," Adrien says.

Just then, Mrs. Bustier, Lila, and Principle Damacles walk in. Marinettes eyes widen. "Marinette Dupain-Cheng. After all these incidents, I can no longer allow you to remain at this school. You are hereby, expelled. Pack your bags and leave immediately."

The whole class sat stunned for a moment. But then, someone let out a cheer. A cheer. "Well, it's about time!"

A string of yeahs came from the people that she used to call friends. And suddenly, she snapped. Her whole body felt like it was crumbling beneath the weight of the sky. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't see behind her tears. She couldn't stand or move beyond the shaking of her body. Marinette was broken.

"Go on! Get out of here!" Rose shoved Marinettes shoulder, causing Marinettes face to smack into the desk.

Alya, Adrien, and Chloe were all saying something, but she couldn't hear. The only thing she could do was reach up to her earrings and remove them. She placed them in her purse and nudged the small god, silently telling her to go.

There was screaming now. But Marinette didn't care. She lost. She truly, truly lost. And she was done caring.