Move with the Music | A Miraculous AU

Part I-Chapter One: She's a Dancer

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Marinette POV:
I drummed my finger nails on the side of my desk, biting my lip as I coloured in the last bit on the parchment.

I held it up, trying to find a small part of myself that admired my drawing, but no matter how many angles I turned it or different lights I held it in, it just wasn't good enough.

"Marinette!" I heard a voice call downstairs, "You're going to be late for your appointment!"

I rolled my eyes remembering. Today was the day that I was going to be tested for some kind of disorder. My teachers had reported me to a local child 'mental health' clinic because I desperately struggled to pay attention in class.

I wracked my brain for what they called it..."ADD." I thought.

I didn't want to be diagnosed with anything, after all, how would knowing that I had it make it better and help me to focus in class?

"Coming Mom!" I yelled reluctantly, grabbing my bag, I threw it over my shoulder and trotted downstairs.

"We'll get breakfast on the way home honey, we're quite late." She said, slipping on her light red coat, I smiled in adoration. I had always loved the colour red.

We raced down the stairs and out of the bakery, my Mom fumbles about with the keys for a bit but eventually found the right one lock the house.

We filed into the car and began driving to the clinic. It was a Saturday as well, I could perhaps get behind this waste of time if it meant that I at least go to miss a bit of school.

I hated it there.

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I twiddled my thumbs as that horrible hospital smell roamed in my nose, despite that this was an appointment about my mental health, it frustrated me that it had to be held in a hospital. It made me feel like I was a psych patient or something.

I didn't want this, I didn't want to be here and no one even asked me. The school forced me to come here because they believe that they're doing what's best for me, but I know me, and I know that there's nothing wrong with being a little unfocused with certain things.

With other stuff, my attention is glued to it. Like dance.

I may not be the brightest mathematician or scientist but when a melody starts playing, I can't help but just tap my feet and dance. I don't miss a step.

The minute the music stops, I'm probably the clumsiest girl you'll ever meet.

But of course, schools want to see you paying full attention in all their subjects. Can they not accept that I'm just being bored to death?

I buried my face in my hands as the doctor poked his head through the door with an annoying smile on his face.

"Dupain-Cheng." He called, peering around the room.