A/N: HI EVERYONE!!!! WELCOME TO JACKASS!!! XD I'M JOKING I'M JOKING, but anyway, welcome to my first fan fiction! *throws confetti, sneezes* Dumb idea, but yeah! This is my first Miraculous fanfiction/fanfiction ever and I'm super excited!!! *squeals* I really hope you like this, after five years of role play, AND a year of falling in love with MLB and Chat Noir, THIS HAPPENED!!!! OKAY I'M BABBLING LET'S JUST START XD
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Y/N's POV
"Y/N! Y/N, wake up!"
I groaned and turned on my side, hearing a distant voice calling my name. Now that I was awake, there was no way I could fall back asleep, so I just kept my eyes shut and tried to recollect my thoughts and remember my dream. It was a good one, but I couldn't even remember what was good about it. Oh well, I thought as I remained static in my bed. I'll figure it out later. My thoughts couldn't get farther than that, because I had a weird feeling on my sides, and I twitched.
My eyes flew open as I burst into a fit of giggles at whoever was tickling me, though it didn't take a genius to figure out who it was. "S-Stop! M-Mom, I-I'm, pfft, I-I'M UP!!!" I managed through awkward laughter. I kicked and squirmed away from my mom, accidentally falling on the solid floor, head first. I yelped in pain and sprang up, rubbing my head as my mother laughed at me.
"It's not funny!" I snapped, cheeks burning in embarrassment. My mother stifled her laughter into a giggle.
"I'm sorry, sweetie," she said, wiping a tear from her eye as she helped me up. "I was only trying to wake you up, you'll be late."
The last three words she uttered made me snap my head to my phone, scoop it up and turn it on. I had ten minutes. I gasped and ran to the bathroom, hearing my mom's bell like laughter ring from my room. I closed and locked the door, glimpsing myself in the mirror and looking at my h/c hair, sticking out in random places unattractively. I winced and made a sound of disgust, rummaging through the drawers and pulling out a brush. I managed to put it in a low ponytail where my bangs partially covered my e/c eyes, and after brushing my teeth and washing my face, I unlocked the door and ran into my bedroom.
I sighed in relief as I realized my mom had left a neat pile of clothes on top of my newly made bed, packed my lunch and put a croissant on my desk. Note to self: Buy mom 100 croissants on her birthday. I thought as I began to undress. She had picked out a white t-shirt with a peace sign embroidered on the chest, a pair of faded skinny jeans and a black, flower designed cardigan. I dressed in the clothing quickly, sliding on my black converses as I picked up my f/c bag and lunch box.
A note was scribbled hastily next to my croissant, and as I bit into it I read my mom's handwriting carefully.
'Y/N,
I hope you have a great day today, I'm going to work and I won't be back until tomorrow night. I made your breakfast, lunch, and dinner for tomorrow, and dinner for tonight is in the fridge. I hope you like spaghetti!
Oh, and one last detail, PLEASE TURN IN YOUR HOMEWORK!!! And don't be late tomorrow, okay?
Love you!
Mom <3
I smiled warmly at the thought of my mother caring so much about me, and folded the note up, slipping it into my bag with care. I ran down the steps after finishing my croissant and ran out the door, screeching to a halt when I realized that I left my phone in my room and running back in. Finally, I ran back out, locking the door with my house key. Looking around, I ran down the street at top speed.
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"Y/N!" Alya called, her dark strawberry curls bouncing as she saw me approach the school at a jog. Marinette wasn't there yet.
"Hey Alya! Am I late?! Did I miss homeroom?!" I asked, frantically shaking Alya by her shoulders. She laughed and flicked my forehead playfully, stopping me as I yelped and rubbed my forehead.
"No, girl, you're straight," said Alya. "Hmm, if you're here, then Marinette isn't far behind." She added, searching for the French-Chinese ravenette. Soon enough, Marinette was sprinting in our direction, accidentally tripping over her own two feet and falling on me and Alya.
"Ack! Mari, what the heck?!" I cried as I tried sitting up, but to know avail because Marinette tripped again while trying to stand. Alya pushed both of us off of her and rubbed her head.
"Geez, Mari, warn us next time?" She asked, staggering to her feet. Alya hoisted us up and Marinette chuckled sheepishly.
"Y-Yeah, sorry guys." said the clumsy girl. I smiled and pat her head, but before I could utter a word, a voice sounded behind me.
"Hey, dudettes! How's it hanging?" I turned and smiled, seeing Nino Lahiffe approaching us with a friendly smile and wave. Alya and Marinette smiled as well.
"What's up Nino?" Alya said with a fist bump to the dark skinned boy. I caught glimpse of a mop of golden blonde hair walking behind Nino, causing my smile to widen drastically.
"Hey Adrien!" I called, catching Marinette's attention and causing her to retreat behind Alya. The boy waved and smiled warmly, his tan skin radiating a golden glow. His bright jade eyes greeted us with an enchanting glow.
"Hey Y/N, Marinette, Alya," said Adrien Agresté. "Class is about to start in two minutes."
With this new information, Marinette took off running again, causing Alya to laugh and me to facepalm. I sighed and decided to get started walking, Alya, Nino, and Adrien following after Marinette.
"That girl has some serious stamina," said Nino as Marinette tripped up nearly all of the steps on her way upstairs but was not fazed.
I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, she's pretty determined to not be late." As we got to our classroom, the bell immediately rang after I opened the door. Right on time. Mrs. Bustier noticed and smiled, praising us for being on time for the first time and possibly last.
As I sat in my seat behind Marinette (Imagine more chairs), I put down my bag under my seat and prepared for Mrs. Bustier's boring lesson on God knows what.
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A/N: WHOOOOHOOO FIRST ONE DOWN! How was it? Like I said, first fanfiction, soooo.....EH. I'll probably put in another update tomorrow if not busy, BUT YAY! NEW FANFICTION!!!! I HOPE CHU LIKE IT!!!
~Double_B_Fujoshi
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