Rabbit Foot

Chapter One - Pyra Starts School

Something fell off the desk and the auburn haired girl went to try and catch it. She missed, but at least it didn't break. A loud clang came from behind her.

"Seriously? Stupid cat, stop knocking everything over." She picked everything up and put the tabby outside of her room. "Stay there you stubborn feline." She gently closed the door behind her and sighed. That darned cat always sat outside her door yowling trying to get her attention. The second the door was open she would bolt in and start knocking things over.

As if on cue, the cat started meowing outside of the door again. First just short little ones. Then she sounded like she was howling.

"Oh, stop it, Felicia! You have food downstairs!" She yelled through the door, not risking the cat destroying her room searching for attention once more.

A muffled voice came from the other side of the door. Of course, she couldn't hear it, so she opened the door, and Felicia ran into the room again.

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"Kiara!"

"Stupid... yes Mom?"

"What are you doing up there? All I hear are things crashing!"

"Grr... It's Felicia mom! She's knocking everything over again!"

"Well kick her out and hurry up! You're going to be late for your first day of school!"

"Oh no! I totally forgot about school! I'll be right down!" Kiara pushed the cat outside of her room and picked her things up one last time before grabbing her jean jacket. She ran down the stairs and met her mother at the bottom.

"I made you a sandwich, but you can buy lunch there. The sandwich is for breakfast, don't forget to eat it!"

"Okay, okay I have to go!" Kiara grabbed everything from her mother and turned towards the door. Her mother grabbed her arm before she could go anywhere.

"Where is the brooch?" Her mother had hurt in her eyes.

"It's the first day of school. I'm sure Ladybug and Chat Noir will handle anything that goes wrong."

"Yes, but they can't see it coming." Kiara froze. Her mother was dead serious, and the look in her eye pierced through Kiara's pupils, reading Kiara's thoughts.

Kiara and her mother stood like that a moment longer before Kiara looked away. She pulled her arm from her grasp.

"Fine, I'll go get the brooch." Kiara ran back upstairs quickly, snagging the peacock brooch out of the box and putting it on her jacket under where the collar folded over. There was a little flash of blue light. Kiara pulled the collar away from the back of her neck and something that felt like a little bird scooted down her back.

Kiara ran out of the house, quickly saying goodbye to her mother and ran directly towards the school where she was supposed to be attending.

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She walked up the front stairs, admiring the design. It was beautiful. Kiara had grown up staring out of the window of her house, trying to see the Eiffel tower. She used to live in Versailles, a city just outside of Paris.

By the time she had reached the front door, the hallways were all empty, and teachers were already talking. Kiara saw her classroom up on the second floor and realized that she was late. She immediately took off running, her bag threatening to fall off of her shoulders.

She burst into the class, causing more noise than intended. Her bag was falling off, only one strap still on her shoulder. Her textbook had fallen out, and her hair had been blown around to the point where it went from a part on the left side of her head, to no visible part at all.

Everyone in the class stared at her, clothes disheveled, and a tall boy in a red sweater laughed.

"Look at this, Max! Fresh meat, and she's a mess! Haha!" Kiara blew a piece of hair out of her view to glare at the boy.

"Kim, are you sure it's a good idea to insult her? I heard short people are more fierce than athletes." Kiara turned her view to the boy across the aisle from Kim. He was taller than Kim, thicker too. Obviously he wasn't afraid of her, but she glared at him anyway.

"What's this? Who dragged in that lump of dirt." A blonde haired girl snipped at Kiara. This one had a bad attitude. A daddy's girl probably, who never had to do anything she didn't want to, and always got her way.

"Be nice, Chloe. Class, this is Kiara. She just moved here from Versailles. I want you to be nice to her. She's been home schooled until now, so high school is a new thing for her." Hm. Nice teacher. But Kiara could pick out a couple of rotten kids in the class already. "Please go sit next to Ivan." So that was his name.

Kiara picked her things up and strutted to the row with the guy who called her fierce. She wasn't sure if he was trying to insult her by calling her short, or compliment her by saying she was fierce, but either way he was right. Yes, maybe she was short, shorter than the dark haired girl sitting in front of her, and not much bigger either. Kiara was petite, but she was as fierce as a lion.