But then she snapped (Discontinued)

Chapter 3

Marinette's PoV

The week went by fast, well for me anyway, I had been suspended for the whole week. It wasn't my fault, that boy had been asking for a fight! He shouldn't have been looking at my ass without consent, and slapping it! Well that's just too far.
It was the beginning of the week, and apparently we get three new students today, yippee, note the sarcasm. As I entered the classroom, all heads turned to look at me, it wasn't anything new. Ever since I embraced my true colours once more, almost everyone's been curious. Sliding into my seat, I pretended to listen to the teacher as she called the register and explained that we must treat these new students with respect. Sighing, I texted Alya, we were still friends, but people like rose had started abandoning me, not wanting me to 'ruin their vibe'. As I hit send on my text, the door slammed open, and three figures walked in. Miss Bustier chose now to introduce them,
'Class, meet our three new students, Heather Duke, Isabella-'
The girl shot Miss a glare, and I was paying apt attention by now,
'Izzy Montague and Bea Sawyer.'
(Heather)

(Izzy)

(Bea)

As the introductions finished, I jumped up, running towards the three new girls...

Izzy's PoV

As the girls and I walked into the classroom that would be ours for the rest of our high school life, painful memories were brought back, memories of our best friend, our missing piece, Marinette Dupain-Chang. When we were younger, the four of us had been inseparable, until, three years ago, we were all offered a chance to stay in the Caribbean for a month. We had all been excited, besides Marinette, who had an apparent 'bad feeling' about it and refused to go. We should have known really, she was never wrong. The trip had turned out to be a scam, the guy running it had attempted to kidnapped us, clearly, he didn't, but our parents deemed it unsafe to go back to Paris. Our phones, having been lost on the 'trip' had been our only way of contacting our other quarter. She had no way of knowing what happened, we hadn't spoken in years.
Nodding to Heather and Bea, we slammed open the door and sauntered into the room. The lady, Miss Bustier I presumed, looked flustered before introducing us. She seemed nice enough,
'Class, meet our three new students, Heather Duke, Isabella-' I take it back, I hate her, no one calls me Isabella, sending her a glare, she quickly righted her words.
'Izzy Montague and Bea Sawyer.'
We smirked at the class, already planning all the pranks we could play, and trouble we could cause. As Miss was assigning us our seats, a girl, short in height, skinny, with blue hair, braided to the side, leapt out of her chair near the back,
her eyes watering, tears beginning to spill. As she neared us, a breath of air, barely passing as words, escaped her red lips,
'Heath, Iz, Bea? Are you really here, i-is this real?'

'Marinette?'
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Hai
So, what do y'all think of the girls?
It took be god knows how long to think of the names, but here they are.
The beginning of the chapter was drafted late last night, it's not my best, it will probably end up being re-written in the editing stage if this story.
That's all for now, and as always feedback is appreciated and encouraged!
-Dylan