Not From Here [Miraculous Reader Insert]

Chevaliers Noirs

Now, Yes. 

Drugs are bad and often lead to a life of dependency on them, but this morning was already really rough for (Y/n). 

First, she totally passed out before she had the chance to do her laundry, so now she doesn't have any comfortable mobile clothing and is stuck wearing an outfit her Mother would approve of-- not that she isn't supportive, but she definitely has a bias towards chic, form-fitting articles of clothing that help ones outline. 

And, besides that fact. She woke up late due to her clock batteries dying a day prior, so now.. well-- (Y/n) is stuck in the mindset of 'early is on time' and 'late is normal', so she'd essentially be your average high school student.  

Morgan woke up in a mood and if you have siblings you know they don't care at all if their grumpy asses affect you, so she spread it to you by first; giving you lip then purposely making loud exaggerated, clanging noises when getting her breakfast ready after being asked to keep it down a little. 

You're not exactly sure why she's so upset, when you tried asking about it on the walk to her school, but she shrugged you off whilst her bottom lip extended and pouted. 

'Dude- I'm trying to h- You know what. Fi- Whatever..'

Today already sucked, first! Morgan started it off with a stick shoved far up her y'know what, that and today is supposed to be a day of sitting and observing. The student president? Not too sure, and I'm stuck in a black pencil skirt, and a lilac, closer to white, dress shirt, black three inch heals and a black vest that cuts off at the midriff... 

On the way out of the house Morgan said something about penguins whilst snickering at me.. I dislike the influence that Dad's calls are having on her.

It has been a good couple of seconds since the bell has rung and now I'm just waiting for the stragglers to leave. 

I whip my head around in any direction I can see, making sure the coast-is-clear, I take out my pen, after clicking it on I hear someone behind me, turning to only see Juleka. She saw the pen, I watched as her eyes darted to the now hidden pen and me, before she gives a smirk and saunters off. 

'Okay... Then.'

After the last checking, I take out the pen and take a puff. Watching how the smoke slowly flows out is sort of cool, the cool smoke is however followed by the extreme and overwhelming need to cough and hack. I quickly shove my nose and mouth into the bend of my arm, releasing any coughs that could alert someone to what I'm doing.

 I have an idea at what today is going to shove down my throat, so to prepare that with a right attitude, I simply take another puff. 

It sort of varies, sometimes you can feel the strain in your eyes immediately, others it takes a few, today was one of the immediately types. 

I sat in class, a presumably dazed look across my face, my eyes were caught on Chloe, turns out today was the class representative position, not president. The voice of Mme Bustier was not the focus as I looked at her. It wasn't huge, but I noticed it. Now typically, Chloe's beauty routine was sunscreen, consistent eyelash extensions, some baby-pink lip-gloss, blush if she's feeling flirty and some pastel blue shadow. Today I noticed that she added a bit more definition to her makeup, her shadow had deeper colours, she applied or had someone apply siren eyeliner to her, and some highlighter. 

It wasn't too much, but Chloe was the type of person who just pulls of minimal makeup, it was just there to accentuate her. She was the main star.