I'm Always Lucky With My Bad Luck

New Start

Marinette woke up the next morning still tired. She got ready, ate and left for class. She couldn't walk with Alya because she didn't have class in the morning. She didn't get to see Alya until lunch and not for long. She wanted to avoid Adrien by all means, so she made up some stupid excuse about her design class. And the lie came true.

So now, she sat in her design class alone tapping her pencil against her sketch pad with her head resting on her hand. She didn't have anything in her design class to do. In fact, with the new year, she hasn't started her design class. It's her major, but classes were cancelled because the project they were assigned was being held back and a new one was presented. No one had any idea of the project. But it was a project so she would need a sketch. If she wasn't going to use it then she could use it as inspiration.

An idea popped into her head and she started gliding her pencil on the paper. Smooth led made lines and curves in all the right places of the paper. Spots as a pattern on the design and little notes of colour and measurements.

Scratch the sketch this was her new personal project. The idea just hit her. Ladybug. Ladybug has been a role model to all female and male citizens and especially children all over Paris. She wanted to do a new design. One that screamed to the model of the outfit and to the owner of whoever eyes cast upon it.

Lunch was over when the bell rang. She could've sworn she had another half hour. She put away her stuff and grabbed her bag heading to her class.

Marinettes' next class was boring, she's pretty sure she almost fell asleep. The teachers' voice was scratchy and that was the only thing keeping her awake. He was on about something, how in the business, whatever business, it was not easy. Managing a business and industry needed skills. People skills, budgeting skill, organization, problem-solving, planning and more.

Half of those things Marinette could do, the other half, well she was working on it. Her people skills, or communication, were through the bloody roof. She knew how an individual should be treated and she knows everyone's different. Some people she needs to deal with a strong approach, others in a calm and soothing way. She knew how to deal with a chaotic situation, that should be dealt with calmly and thought through.

Being organized was a different discussion. She know's what she has to do, but it's not... organized. Being a designer she knew how to be organized, but she lost materials and designs all the time, even being a superhero she has to be super organized, but that was her miraculous. She depended on her miraculous, without it she would've lost a lot of lives a long time ago.

She could budget money. As un-organized as she was she knew how to keep an eye on the cash register in her parents' bakery. She did funds for orders all the time, double checking just to be sure. Planning was another story, although she's not that good, she knows how to get stuff done. Maybe not in order, but defiantly by any time limit.

She might've not have been paying attention, but without noticing it she was processing the information coming out of her professors' mouth. It was the end of class and for the first time the whole school year -which was only 3 weeks- she had designing class. She was mentally prepared for anything, even Ms Mendeleiev.

Marinette walks into her designing class and takes a seat. Although there is a lot of students that do designing, it is a new year and there is a lot of students, she is most likely to know nobody. But the world loves proving her wrong. A familiar face walks in and sits next to Marinette.

"Rose? W-what, what are you doing here? I mean not being rude. But I've never seen you interested in designing." Marinette says as she puts her sketchbook onto her table.