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|43| ◆ 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ◆

* Slight Language
* Long Chapter
* Character set-up

* Reference to episode —
Sole Crusher/Queen Banana.

* Just so you know, I'm scrapping certain episodes that aren't good.

• ZOE •

• Monday

Here I am. I had traveled 1000's of miles just to be here. To think things would be better. No kind words from my mom. Not even any words from Chloe.

Gosh—when will I finally be apart of my own family? I don't even think I got the chance to talk to my step-dad yet.

I come forward looking at the giant mirror in my room. A butler arrives.

"Excuse me Miss... Zoe, I've been told to deliver breakfast to you." He says.

I approach him, "Oh... you don't have to do that! I could've grabbed something downstairs..."

He shakes his head, "Not at all. It is of upmost importance that you are fed your daily meals."

My nail digs into my hand. "Oh uh... then, thank you. But please, I don't need this everyday. I can get some food myself."

"But-"

I interrupt, "Please, what's your name?"

He clears his throat, "Armand."

I smile, "Then Armand, consider your job easy with me."

He raises his brows surprised. He doesn't say another word, just bows and leaves.

I decide to lift up the lid off the dish. It was all so... fancy. It was a vegetable-omelette. Much to my dislike, but worth a shot I suppose.

‿︵‿ ~ ☾✦~ ︵‿︵

I was now at Collège Françoise Dupont. I had told my chauffeur that I wanted to walk instead. After all, if I was forced to be someone at home, I at least wanted to be whoever I was here.

I enter the building, after talking to the principal. I told him I didn't want my last name being brought up, especially by the teachers. Then, I hesitantly went upstairs. I think this is where my class is... somewhere around here right? I walk forward a bit until I see familiar girl at the door. She's... stretching? About to go in I think.

The bell goes off.

I walk closer. She flinches and immediately looks at me. "Woah! Zoe? I didn't expect to see you here..." she says.

I tighten the hold on my backpack straps, "Is that a good thing? Or..." I say kind of anxious.

She laughs and flaps her hands, "No, no this is great! You're probably..."

She gasps excitedly saying, "The transfer student everyone is talking about!"

I rub my arm, "Yeah, Marinette right?"