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SIX | HIGH SCHOOL ABSOLUTELY BLOWS
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HERE'S THE THING THEY (THE GUARDIAN) DON'T WARN YOU ABOUT WHEN YOU AGREE TO BECOME A TEENAGE SUPERHERO: You do not get a single moment of peace, even on the days where evil didn't strike the city. If Marinette wasn't running around, stressing profusely about her studies then she was figuring out how to thwart Hawkmoth (with a sprinkle of wondering if Adrien ever noticed when she'd debut a new blouse to school). On top of that, she had other responsibilities to stress about—chores to do, evil girls to avoid in the halls and Peter Parker's to death stare. Plus, she did not want to be a reserve teammate for the decathlon season next year. Taking up the mantle at the start of the year lead her to be delegated to the bench and she could not afford to have that happen twice in a row (not when National Scholastic Decathlon Champions sounded so good on a college application).
"Do you, like, sleep ever?" Alya had asked her friend one study hall as she read the girls schedule over her shoulder. Instead of writing 'fight crime' in various spaces where she'd patrol the city, Marinette had just penciled in shifts at her parents bakery that did not exist. (God her help whenever Hawkmoth decided to strike outside of her schedule or her parents actually asked her to lend a hand in the storefront. She may just spontaneously combust under the pressure that was always building.)
Marinettes eye twitched at the memory of a full nights sleep. However, she just laughed it off. "Full eight hours," she said in the most goofy and care-free voice she could muster as she shoved her schedule back into her binder, slamming it shut a little too loudly.
Alya eyed the raven-haired girl skeptically. enough while Michelle—who was sitting to Marionette's left just shook her head, not looking up from her computer (she'd been rapidly editing her essay that was due next period). "Marinette has been running on pure adrenaline since the fourth grade, I swear," she deadpanned, memories of a hyper-active child Marinette played across her mind and she smiled faintly.
The part-time superhero nodded at her friend's statement and Alya just raised an eyebrow. "This," she pointed to the girls binder, "is how people get burnt out before they even graduate."
