"Good morning class!" Ms. Bustier said. "Today, you'll be writing a script for a play of your choice with chosen partners."(comment if you hate when that happens, and then the teacher thinks you'll work better with someone you hate.😖)
Everyone groaned.
"The most creative one will be on stage next semester. The following names I call out will be partners.
Adrien, Alya, Nino...
A/N-The rest of the class
And finally, Marinette, Bethanne, and Chloè." Ms. Bustier said.Mari and I groaned. With Mari and I knowing Chloè, we were on our own.
"The assignment is due in three weeks. Now, on to today's lesson..." A/N ugh, school... For you guys, I'll do a seven hour...
Time skip!
"Ok, so we're on our own for the project," I say, as Mari and I walk to her house to discuss topics.
"Yeah, we are. But we need Chloè to do something, or we won't get a good grade. Ugh!"
When we get to her house, we start discussing ideas. We start with a princess idea, but discard it because it was to cliché. Then I suggest one about Ladybug ChatNoir and Queen Bee, but Marinette mentioned that we might need to interview them, and it would be awkward, not to mention it would be a sin against Alya. Then Mari suggested on one we both agreed on, and went with it.
As we start writing the script on the other side of Marinettes room, I hear a tap, tap tap, on something that was not the trap door.
"Princess?" I hear a familiar voice say. What the actual crap! I thought
"Crap!" Mari whisper yelled.
"This a bad time?" The voice says again.
"Yes." I say, a little loud to. Crap.
"Who's there!" It says.
"CHAT! For the love of bread, now is not the time!" Mari said.
"Ok, I'll come at 9:00 Princess." Chat said leaving.
"Well I'd better go. Ya know, school tomorrow. Plus I don't want to interrupt your meeting with Chat." I say as I leave.
"By Beth!" Mari yells from her balcony.
I wave and head home for the night.
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Becoming A Miraculous Super Heroine
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