Marinette looked at the boy in front of her. It's the first day of fourth grade, and this boy was being extremely rude.
"Can you please move. I need to place my backpack down." She asked nicely. He just growled and glared. Marinette huffed and shoved him out of the way.
"You should be nice. Frowning, and scowling all the time will give you wrinkles on your face and gray hair."
The boy scoffed. "That's stupid. I am superior to all of you. You are beneath me."
"Well," Marinette said and stuck out her hand "I'm Marinette. Marinette Dupain-Cheng."
"Damian. Damian Wayne."
Mari giggled as Damians eyes softened a little. "I am your friend. You don't treat people like that. You will get no where in life like that." She said and walked away. Damian, curious and intrigued, followed the young girl.
~~~~~~~~3 years later~~~~~~~~~
Marinette was dressing in more black. She went from wearing pink all the time, to black and combat boots. Today she wore a black tee shirt with 'Alternative is for the depressed, Rock is for the Jock.' In white, with black skinny jeans, a grey beanie, and her stylish black combat boots. He hair was down, and she had on a silver necklace that her best friend Damian gave her. It was a Robin with a Ladybug perched on it.
"Jack you can't do this. I'm not dating Damian, we're just friends." Marinette said outside the locker room.
"I don't believe you. You have to pick, me or him."
She shrugged "fine I pick him."
Jack huffed. "Bad move. This is over." He said and walked off.
Marinette took several deep breaths trying to calm herself down, but it wasn't working. She clutched her books, took a shaky deep breath, plastered a smile on her face and walked to class.
Damian knew something was wrong the minute Marinette walked in. The only outward sign—she was clutching her books. She took a seat next to him and pulled out her sketch book and drew.
"You ok?" He asked
She nodded, not looking up or speaking. Damian knew something was wrong.
"What's going on? And don't tell me your fine. I know you."
She sighed and gave him a run down of what happened with Jack. He frowned. Marinette always picked him. Why?
~~~~~~~~~1 year later~~~~~~~~~
Paris. She had moved to Paris.
Marinette couldn't wrap that around her head. She loved new places, but she had a life in Gotham. She grabbed her skateboard and took off to the park. She saw it on the drive up to her new home. She wore punk clothes still, but was pretty sure she would end up doing a make over. Again.
It's going to be hard with out Damian around.
It's going to be hard without Marinette around.
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Me a Punk? Your so Right.
FanficMarinette was born in Gotham. But she had to move away since her parents got a really good bakery building in Paris. So she was leaving behind her best friend, and her whole family. What happens when she returns for a class trip, and end ends up re...
