Chapter 1

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I walk in to my pink room. Tears streaming down my cheeks.

"How could this off happened!?"I screamed looking at the letter in my hands. 

The letter was in a red envelop. My hands were shaking as I looked  down at the paper. I was about to read the letter when my phone vibrated signaling that some one was calling me. I looked at the caller ID. Alya. I took a deep breath and answered the phone.

"Hey Alya. Alright I'll be there in five minutes"I tell my friend. 

I hung up and stuffed the letter in my bag. 

"I'll read it a school then" I tell myself before wiping my eyes dry and walking out the bakery. I locked the door behind me and walked down the street. I stopped at the entrance to the school building. I walked over to the corner where me, Alya, Adrien and Nino always hung out. No one was there so I got the letter out my bag and looked at it. 

Dear Miss Marinette,

I'm sorry to inform you that during the bakers contest a group of people decided to attack the winners. Your parents were caught in the cross fire. They wasn't killed immediately in the shooting. They died a few hours after in the National Beijing Hospital. 

We are so sorry for your loss

Mrs Brittany Seville and the People of China.

By now tears were falling onto the paper . I clutched the paper close to my chest.

"Marinette. Are you alright?" Madame Boustier asked walking up to me. She must've noticed my state.

I shake my head no in reply. 

"What's the matter?" She asked coming closer to me. 

I gave her the letter I just read. Her concerned expression saddened as she read.  

"Oh. Well um. Do you. Want to stay in school?"She asked handing the letter back to me.

"Yeah I'll be fine" I reassured her.

"Alright. Just let me now if you're leaving"She replied. 

"I will" I tell her wiping my eyes. The bell rang signaling the start of the school day. I walked over to the classroom, to find Chloe talking at the front of the class.

"I wouldn't be surprised if Marinette's parents come back. She's just a waste" Chloe said. 

"Chloe do NOT say things like that!"Madame Boustier exclaimed grabbing the classes attention. 

"Well it's true though. She is just a waste of time and space"Chloe continued. Tears threatened to spill. 

"I'm going home "I tell Madame Boustier.

"Oh look. The little crybaby's going to run home" Chloe sneered.

"WELL WOULDN'T YOU BE UPSET IF YOU JUST FOUND OUT THAT BOTH OF YOUR PARENT'S ARE DEAD!" I scream as hot tears fell like a water fall against my cheeks. I turned around and ran out of the room straight to the girl toilets. I ran into the closest cubicle and locked the door. I slid onto the ground and continued to cry. After about two minutes the door opened.

"Marinette. Come on out please"A women said. The voice belonged to Madame Boustier.

"Go away!" I scream crying. 

"Let us Madame B" Another voice said. This voice belonged to Alya my best friend. 

The door closed again as Madame Boustier left the room. 

"Are we even allowed in here?" A male voice said. 

"Well if we wasn't Madame B would't allow us in"Another male voice said.

"Adrien, Nino. Not know"Alya said. She knocked on the door quietly.

"Girl. Come on out please"Alya ordered sweetly. 

"No. I'm staying here till schools over"I tell her wiping my eyes.

"Come on. It's weird for me and Adrien to be in the girls loo"Nino said walking over to the door. Nino crawled under the door into the cubicle. He stood up and unlocked the door opening it. 

"Rude much"I mutter under my breath wiping my eyes again. 

"Mari. Can you explain why you're crying in the girls loo and why Madame B was worried sick about you?" Adrien asked. I sighed and walked out of the cubicle and over to the sink. 

 I looked in the mirror. My eyes were red and puffy. 

"Mari. What's wrong?" Alya asked walking next to me. 

"What Chloe said in the classroom was true"I tell them.

"No Mari your parents will come back" Adrien said trying to reassure me.

"How is that possible if there dead!" I scream quietly at them tears running down my cheeks again. 

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