The Schrolleve Hospital - Sick Child

Chapter 1: Newbie

"Check on Marinette, would you? She is still recovering from her last seizure. And Kagami also needs her medicine."

"Sparkie, can you help clean up the vomit, I don't want Kagami's blood to stain the floor."

"Anthony, Check on Prince Ali, he gets priority. Hurry along now."

"I think Adrien is on his way to a good recovery."

Hushed voices echoed through my head. I force my heavy eyes open to a blur of white.

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Great! First day at a new school, a new year, new students...
but the only thing trampling on my hopes is my troubled reputation and of course my woeful past.

You see, my mother died around a year ago. Devastated as I was, my father, Mr Agreste, a famous fashion designer sent me off to
boarding school.
He pushed me away just like he did to everyone else. My mother meant the world to him and we were a big happy family until that fateful day came...

Mother was coming back from working overseas on a project when her plane crashed. Many people survived, with only 7 dying. All those other people, apart from a bit of a shock, got to happily live out the rest of there lives whilst my mother went up to heaven with six other people.

It is so unfair!!! If she had been sitting a couple seats behind, she would have come out with merely a scratch.

I feel isolated from the rest of the world somehow. So far, in the past year, I have been to 4 boarding schools and one by one got kicked out of them all.

I am being sent off to my fifth boarding school: Schrolleve Special School (for special and troubled kids). And yes, you can call me a troubled kid. According to my doctor I have some... "behaviour issues".

Either way I am determined to get kicked out of this school as well. Maybe my father would finally listen to me and get the message that I don't want to be shipped off to boarding school. Or maybe not...

I walked up to the school gates and gave a nod to my chauffer. I watch as the drove off into the distance. Apparently, this school is the absolute poshest school for special kids because 'only I, Adrien, gets the best of the best' (I think).

I take a step forward, breathing deeply and a girl with brown hair flies past me pushing me over. I let out a groan as I hit the floor.

The girl spun around, turning red in the face. She opened her mouth to apologies then stopped. She gaped at me.

I gave her my dirtiest look, whilst struggling to get back onto my feet.

"What?!" I snapped at her, "Never seen a guy before?"

"You- your Ad-d-drien? The famous model?" She squeaked, taking out her phone hesitantly. When I didn't respond she took that as her cue to take a picture of me.

I am used to pictures being taken of me, but not ones where I have just tripped over and now look completely clumsy and uncool. I snarl at her and she runs away, stifling a laugh.

So, the cat's out of the bag... YES, I am a famous model.

I wish I was just a normal kid for once; a normal life, a normal family... I turned the corner, making my way past gasping kids and towering school buildings. I saw the front entrance to student reception.

So close!

As I leaned forward, 3 big, bulky guys stepped in my line of view, blocking my path.

"Scooch!" I spat, sick of everyone.

They didn't move.

"I said: Beat. It!" I moaned, trying to keep my cool.
They glared at me and gave each other deceptive looks, somehow communicating with one another through their eyes. One of them smirked.