Miraculous Ladybug/ Next generation / my version.

The First Day

"Oh, I forgot." The earrings in his ears bleeped. "Bye, Chat."

Chat frowned. "Right.. Do we not get to see each others identities?"

Edward sighed. "Sadly, no. It would break the rules. Plus, I hardly know you. Goodbye, kitty." Edward jumped away, thinking hard. All he could think was: STRANGER DANGER, STRANGER DANGER, as he climbed back into his house.

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Edwards POV: 

I woke up in agony. I wasn't used to doing so much exercise, like yesterday. No wonder I had such aching limbs. I guess I should do more athletics, or go to the gym. Otherwise I wouldn't be a very good ladybug. Ugh... just the thought of exercise disgusted me as I got up from my king-sized bed. I looked at my digital clock.  8:00  Darn, if I didn't hurry I would be late. I rushed to the shower and got dressed, then went downstairs to find my packed lunch already prepared by the maid. My first day at a new school. It made me shiver. What if the people won't like me? What if I don't make any friends? Hmph, I don't need friends. I have chat anyway..He's my friend by default, right? Whatever, I shouldn't stand here and dawdle. A black limousine was already by the door, of which mother had arranged. I climbed in and closed the door. I didn't say goodbye to mother, after all, I don't need to bother. She couldn't care less. 

We arrived at the school and I quickly waved to the driver. Stepping up each stair, I focused on the sign above the school. This was the same exact school that mother went to. Bad rumours about this place had been tossed around by my mother, and if dad were here they would get into a large quarrel.

"Françoise Dupont High School" It read. Well, I'd better get inside. I don't want to be late on the first day. Giant groups of high schoolers came rushing past me and found myself stumbling to get inside the school. Classroom B.. Madame Manon. Some students around my age glided past me into a classroom a few doors down, Which was marked "B", that must be it. However, as soon as I was about to walk through the door, a vibrant redhead with his hair tied into a ponytail bumped into my back, clearly not looking where he was going. I collapsed onto the floor.

"Hey! Watch where you're walking next time!" I turned to him and scowled. Hmm, how peculiar. His unnaturally red hair is uncannily similar to- Before I could finish this thought, he replied to my outburst. "Haha.. sorry. Guess I'm just excited to meet everybody." He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. 

"Your method of making friends is running straight into them?" This made him chuckle, but I was genuinely curious. A girl behind us piped up. "Excuse me, you guys are kind of in the way of the door."  The redhead quickly held out his hand, which I reluctantly took, and he pulled me to my feet. We then hurried to the back of the room, where our teacher was assigning seats. 

"Ah, Edward, Damien, it's great that you finally decided to stop chatting and join us!" Mme Manon exclaimed, surprisingly calmly. 

"Sorry Madame." Damien responded immediately, a guilty look appearing on his face. I just crossed my arms. Whatever. Her expression then turned slightly angrier, and I muttered "sorry." I didn't want to make a bad impression. I heard someone behind me whisper.

"No wonder he didn't say sorry at first, he's a Bourgeois." The girl then giggled. This made my face go red with rage. How DARE she insult my family name! What's so wrong about me being a bourgeois?? That's not even my proper surname! That bi- I turned around to scowl at her but before I could Damien patted me. "Hey Ed, the teacher is about to assign you your seat." This calmed me. Apparently I have to sit next to a girl called Piccadilly Lavillant. As I sat down in my seat, a girl with ashy blonde hair and black tips  introduced herself to me. "Hello! I'm Piccadilly, the girl who sits next to you. It's nice to meet you." She held out her frail hand to me and I shook it hesitantly, not wanting to get her girl germs on me. "I'm Edward. Edward Agreste.  I suppose it's.. nice to meet you too." The girl looked at me with disbelief. 

"You mean THE Adrien Agreste?? He and my mothers were classmates! He may have talked about them. Rose and Juleka??" Her face lit up with enthusiasm and excitement. 

"Uh, my father never mentioned them. My mother did, but they were mostly bad things. Then again, they're never actually true." I explained

"Who's your mother?" Piccadilly was getting curious. Why did she need to know?

"The other girls are talking about it, so it's bound to spread sooner or later. So I'd rather not say." I whimpered, trying not to overreact. 

A wave of realisation came over her face. "Right. I understand. Well anyway, class is about to start, why don't we talk more later? I can introduce you to my friends! If you want to of course." I huffed. 

"Alright." 

(A/N: in the next chapter we'll skip to Lunch 💙)