||Part Two! Have fun reading, same 'warnings' as last time if ty need a reminder positively cursing • possible violence||
~Marinette~
Today I was tour guide to the incoming American class, they were from Gotham Academy, the most prestigious school if she was correct. 'I hope their not snobby and rude' I tioght ro myslef as I stood outside the school with a clipboard and a large box of macaroons in hand. She was wearing a barely mid-thigh length red and black plaid skirt and a button up black silk business shirt and black block heels with an ankle strap, 'will they think I'm weird or attention hogging wearing this, are my classmates right, am I a sl- no don't think that way' I sighed and the bus finally pulled up. I put on a bright smile my excitement and sight elation showing through my insecurities not safely retreating to the back of my long. I fiddled with the strands of my hair, it now reached down to my butt, still the blue hair was straight as ever going I curled the ends and did a half up half down style wih a clip I designed pearls and black gems studding the clasp and grip. My smile still shone though my insicuroties were slowly coming back to the surface and I think the students filing out of the bus could tell.
~Unlnown Student~
As the large bus carrying the GA class pulled to the curb we saw a very professional looking teen standing in the sidewalk looking at the bus wih insecurity and anxiety though it was quickly replaced wih a bright and shining smile that would brighten anyone's day. She fiddled wih a piece of her long midnight blue hair and I could tell the anxiety was creeping up on her again as she watched the students walk out of the bus smile wavering only slightly. She's then waved excitement sleeping through as she walked forwards heels tapping slightly on the pavement, I'm guessing without hem she's only 5'0 I waved back and her smile got brighter. Her silk shirt and skirt complemented each other perfectly and she looked like a businesswoman.
"Hello Gotham Academy students," she greeted her voice like bells ringing through the air. "My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng and I will be your guide if you have any questions don't be afraid to ask. As a welcome I am happy to give you some of my fresh-made passions fruit macaroons!"
I smiled at her and her mood brightened instantly, I wonder what happened to make her so insecure, this wasn't just teen self-consciousness this was different, on a deeper scar. The turned briskly as she handed the box to a student telling him to take one and pass the box. Soon a friend of mine, Alice, handed me the delicate box and I gingerly took the pastry in my hand the green and pink swirled pattern as well as the delicately painted logo on the top made it look wonderful as scrumptious I took a small bite and my mouth exploded with flavor the cream in the center hot to sweet and the cookie shell not to salty, it was balanced perfectly and I soon finished the delicate pastry. I turned and froze, the person behind me was Damien Wayne, The Ice Prince of Gotham, he didn't so much as look at me as I handed him the box. He took a pastry and shoved the box with one remaining pastry to our sweet chaparone and English teacher. I turned my attention back to Marinette as she guided us through the school, they passed the lockers and as they passed and ombré haired girls took one arm and shoved her into the metal, hard. I tried to hell but saw someone was already kneading hy the girls side. Damien Wayne, what the hell was he doing?! I mean good Marinette was helped but by Damien, who hates everyone?! I blinked hard and shook my head hard to clear it but when I looked back it was still Damien who knelt by the snaked tour guides side.
"A- are you ok," I asked sorry evident in my voice. "That girl pushed you pretty hard. Do you need a nurse?"
"No," she repaired simply before standing and brushing herself off. "Besides there have been worse times. Now let's continue!"
I gromacedtriuble by the fact that this girls, this sweet girls classmates have physically hurt her worse before. Which made me wonder what her mental health was.
"-y, Joy, JOY," Alice said loudly in my ear causing me to snap out of it. "I asked if you were ok and had to call your name three times!"
"Sorry..." I mumbled not willing to say more.
I was concerned for this girl and when I looked back at Damien it seems he was worried as well.
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