~~~~~Marinette's POV~~~~~
*Yawn* I woke up with a stretch and checked my phone in hopes of a notification of winning the trip to National City. I was growing my hazelnut-coffee-like strands of hair instead of trimming them in hopes of wearing them if I won the trip. I found nothing. This word rang in my head for a minute.
why does this word feel familiar... like something from the past before Lila's threat how can I forget such a crucial word of a statement. I thought to myself then a buzz rang as I tried to remember why it was so important to me.
"Marinette! Your phone pinged," all the kwamis exclaimed at the same time.
"Thanks," I responded as I picked up my phone.
I took a sharp breath as it was the contest. It was for teenagers like me; you had to show your clothing design and the placings were:
First place: Their class gets to go to National City as a free-funded field trip.
Second place: Their family goes to National City along with them.
Third place: Only the contestor goes to National City.
The message stated this:
Dear Marinette,
Thank you for entering our contest we have had some deep thought and found your design the best, congrats you won first place please inform your class
I squealed as I read the letter and thought I get to see mom again! OH SHOOT I'M GOING TO BE LATE!
I quickly changed into a short dress and ran to class not realizing my hair was down
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The hidden daughter of Lex Luthor
FanficLex has a soft spot for only one person... Now 15-year-old Marinette goes on a trip to National city with her class. Them not knowing it was because of her. She is on a mission to find her roots and if her "mom" is her mom. feb 4. 2023: #10 in mlbxdc
