Earthquake

Chapter 1 - I look forward to fruitful cooperation

A sudden breath was the first sound this day, which sounded in a small room on attic of a French bakery. It's freckled proprietress was breathing fast, she looked around for a moment and then, with a sigh of relief, fell onto the bed drowning in a cushion.

When she, finally, managed to bring the respiratory system back to normal, Marinette started to get irritated a little. She loved dreams about fashion, designing and small hamsters, however, she hated this ones about zombies or old, dried baked goods, but on her list of the biggest dreamed enemies dominated the dreams, which after waking up she didn't remember. Unfortunately, this type had been tormenting her for some time.

She pushed her hair from her forehead reaching for a phone laying under the bed. A loud groan meant, that the hour, which shined after starting the device, wasn't delightful. She pushed her face into the cushion, wanting to give herself just two precious hours to today's night, but in the moment when spots flashed under her lowered eyelids she saw something more, something that made her blink hesitantly.

Butterfly. In her dream was a small, purple butterfly.

Having recalled this detail, interested she began to strain her memory in hope to find new details, however, as always with her luck, she hadn't saw anything. She suddenly got up, walked quickly to the desk and as quickly as possible, not to forget the details, she drew this bug in her notebook.

Happy with progress, feeling that her eyes once again refuse to obey her, she got to the bed and, with grace of a seal on land, fell onto the bedding almost immediately falling asleep.

***

She barely managed to close her eyes and already heard melody from the alarm clock, which she'll surely hate in this school year. Sun, shining straight in the girls barely open eyes, assured her that, like almost everyday, she was already terribly late.

She jumped out of her bed so suddenly that she forgot about her habit of making from herself a pancake in sleep and before she even squeaked, she was laying with her face on a floor resembling a pink-black blob than chocolate dessert with strawberry sauce.

'Uh,' she mumbled, getting up from the floor.

To be honest, she was used to it. There wasn't a day when she didn't broke something or hurt herself. Because of this her mother called her affectionately "little clumsy", but she was the only person, who didn't laugh at her because of this. In the countless schools she has attended in her career, she has always been a laughing stock and a daytime diversion in the school routine.

Happy that she has a couple more minutes to the bellring, Marinette rushed out of the freshly open bakery, almost ending her life under the coming car. She wasn't used to such a small pavement and busy street just before her doors. In most cases, the Dupain-Cheng family chose to live in villages with few inhabitants or quiet towns away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. However, here, in the core of capital of France, was totally different. Because of her clumsiness her parents decided to move before the start of the school year, so the girl could have some time to settle in and explore the area. A big plus of this localization was school, which was on the other side of the street what, of course, didn't make places for premature death di s sapear, but it reduced their number.

After reaching the door of the facility without much endangering herself or the lives of Parisians, the smug, dark-haired future fashion designer grabbed the door handle and walked in with an energetic step, having a close encounter with the person standing in the entrance.

Gods are making fun of me...

Ready to crash into floor she put her hands out wanting to somehow keep her face before the stranger. However it wasn't needed, because, unexpectantly to herself, she was gently catched and safely put on her feet. She blinked confused. It was new.