10-Marinette

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"Mum, Dad. Can we go to London for the weekend next week?" I ask bravely.
"What on earth could have possibly made you want to go to London?" My mum questions.
"Well, I- um- I just heard that there's a fasion show there with some of my favourite designers and I really really want to go," I say.
Wow, that was actually a pretty good excuse, well, for me.
"Well, the bakery has been making a lot of money so it seems reasonable. If my little girl wants something then she shall recieve," my dad laughs.
YES! I'm going to London!

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I sit in my room and pack my bag for London. I am so excited! Well, not that excited. I guess I'm only really going to London to say a final goodbye to Master Fu and to talk to Marianne about the miracle box. Tikki flies up to me and sits on my shoulder.

"You okay Tikki?" I ask.
"Yeah, I guess. I just really want to go to London with you but I know that Paris needs a Ladybug," she sighs and flies to the window. "Do you mind if I go out for a while?" she asks in her sweet little voice.
"Yes of course Tikki, just make sure you stay out of sight. We wouldn't want anything happening to you," I kiss her on the head and she giggles.

She flies off and I lay on my bed with my arm over my eyes. I begin to cry softly. I need to gather my thoughts. I love being Ladybug but there are days that I really wish I hadn't been chosen. It's so much pressure. Maybe I should tell Marianne how I feel. Wait, what am I thinking. My thoughts get interrupted by my ringing phone.

[3 messages from Adrien Agreste]
Hey Mari
I need to talk to you, it's urgent
Can you meet me before school tomorrow?

What could he want that is so urgent? I quickly reply

Hey A, sure thing. I'll see ya then!

I put my phone down and get back to packing. My mum comes into my room with a tray of cookies. She places it down, smiles and then just walks away without saying a word. I open my door to see what was going on but all I can hear is my parents laughing.

What the heck was going on?

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