Ok i know i haven't posted in like ages but its because i had sooo many assessments
Sorry ill make it up to you guys
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The rulers of Paris,
The people I hate most,
The One that ruined it all,
The one that made the roses die,
Chloe Bourgeois,
Her father my father,
Her blood my blood,
The tears flooded my face, the rest of the emotions pushed to the back of my head. I was falling again, through the hole opening under me.
"Lady, LADY. Listen to me, how is this bad. Your the daughter of the richest person in Paris." Chat didnt know, he wouldn't understand.
"Sister to the most selfish, arrogant bitch in Paris, you forgot that. And you forgot, I have a family, and it isn't them" I couldn't help it.
"I have to move to their 'palace', their 'happy home' in two days" it was a whisper, Chat was at a loss of words, he was so stupid.
But he was my stupid kitty,
"My Stupid Kitty", O my gosh I just said that out loud. But the tears were still falling.
My body wasn't mine anymore I couldn't control it,
I lent over, pushed him over slowly, my palm flat on his chest. Soon I was above him.
I rested my forehead against his,
"My cute, hot stupid kitty. Do you promise to always be there for me, no matter what happens" I whispered, my breath now condensing across his face.
"My Lady... I promise to be here, faithful, till the day we fall." he was honest, and he was mine.
Our mouths became one again, our lips guiding one another, falling, rising,
pacing becoming faster, passionate,
And then it came back
You Don't Deserve This Happiness
You Don't Deserve His Devotion
I jolted away, I couldn't do this to him, he has a life, he has people, he probably has someone.
I tried to get up but a hand held me in place, a hand on my heart, a hand on my hand.
He was holding me there,wait... not him me.
I was trapping myself again.
With hands from my heart.
I fought the hands and ran.
Not looking back
Not looking forward
Not looking anywhere
No goodbyes
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2 Days Later
The boxes were piled in my room, without them my room would have been empty and unrecognizable. It was almost unrecognizable with the boxes.
Gods above, 2 hours was all I had.
"Mari, are you all done up there" Papa, or should I say Tom Dupain.
Not my father, mother not my mother but Sabine Cheng.
"Done Tom..." I said aloud towards him, I could see his eyes, seemingly so sad, like he didnt want it to be this way,
And so under my breath I spoke, "I'm sorry Papa, Mama...Mama... Papa" then the tears fell, on my cheek, in my open mouth.
So salty, warm and sad. They saw my tears, and came to me like real parents do to comfort their own, arms around me, big and small.
How can they do this, after their betrayal to you?
How can you except this pity?
And this time I fought back to that voice,
"How can you say that, they did still love me for those 16 god damn years"
Yes they were, but why were they there then and not now. Why are they leaving, why did they take you in the first place. Answer That!
"There is a conversation that has to take place yes but they must have loved me, cause they kept me for so long, and the point is they were there, they were there when I needed them"
ASK THEM NOW BEFORE YOU HAVE TO GO
"Pa- Tom, Sabine. We need to have a talk" I whispered, it was only audible for our little circle.
"Love of course you have questions, and it is time they were answered"
And so the conversation began.
"Tom, Sabine. I will ask a question and you will answer, is that ok"
"sure honey, its fine" they both were fine with this.
"Tell me the whole story, then when I'm confused I'll ask questions" and so the truth came out, it was worse than I could have ever imagined.
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No Point of View
A cold winter morning was when we were born, one blue the other gold. Both opposites but the same.
Twin girls, same mother same father. One wanted the other not.
Golden child was picked, the Blue discarded under contract.
A contract with the statements/terms:
1 The child must be kept in Paris.
2 The parents must be staff from the Bourgeois, preferred security guards .
3 The child must be returned to her birth parent/s in the year of her 16.
4 The child must be kept as happy as possible .
5 Must go to the same school as her sister.
6 Must not know about her heritage until she must leave the adoptive parents.
7 Once returned to her Birth Parent/s is to change her name to (first name) Bourgeois.
The Blue child was named Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and she was discarded to adoption.
The adoptive parents were in fact part of Bourgeois staff, the father a security guard and the mother a chief from the hotel kitchen. They had agreed to the terms and conditions, but they asked questions to. And the answers were hard to take.
The child was being discarded for the worst reasons, she was a small child, and didnt look as good, strong or all together better than the other child. Two children were competing without being able to fight for their own side.
The golden child the best,
The blue the worst, or so they thought.
Apparently though as a child a ladybug would always stay near the blue child, a ladybug as big as my baby hand. With little wings, it always seemed an illusion though, because the Big ladybug would always turn into a normal ladybug when you looked back at it.
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FanfictionMarinette was finally happy, comfortable. She had more friendships than she could keep up with, she wasn't late for school anymore Most likely because she had someone to look forward to every day. Adrien Agreste, the most beautiful and handsome boy...
