Even in an Alternate Lifetime

Where it all Began - Part I

Adrien's POV:

"Adrien! You're going to be late for your first day of school!" I heard my mom shout from downstairs.

"I'm coming mom, don't worry!" I yelled back. Today I woke up, drowsier than ever. Last night I was extremely excited about my first day back to school, I couldn't help but make up millions of scenarios in my head. What if I trip down the stairs again like last year?! Even worse, bump into Chloe. I can already imagine her words "Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!" All she's ever good for, is ruining everyone's lives. Now is not the time for trashing Chloe; It's already five minutes before class starts, and I'm barely heading out my trapdoor. Luckily, school is right across the bakery.

"There you are! It's only five minutes until class starts," Mom cried out.

"I know, I know. I can already imagine how this day will go," I replied.

"Don't say that honey. There's always the rest of the day!" she says with a sarcastic smile. She's always there to cheer me up, even on the worst days. I don't understand how she manages to smile throughout the day. Sometimes I imagine how she'd act during a zombie apocalypse. Would she offer them pastries or something? I can't really blame her, she's the sweetest person in all of Paris.

"Your father's downstairs opening up the bakery. I believe he has a few pastries packed for you to give out to your classmates!" she continued.

"Thanks mom. I'll see you after school," I said, smiling. As I walk out of our small apartment, I can smell the scent of freshly baked macaroons. It's a heavenly smell; almost irresistible. All summer I spent time with my dad learning how to make all sorts of pastries. Turns out, I'm just as professional as both my parents. I also had time to get back to sketching out designs for today's outfit. I'm wearing a black tux with a dark green tie, since it makes my eyes stand out. If you ask me, I think I did a spectacular job on my tux; although after today, I'll be back in my essential clothing.

"Hey dad."

"Hey! Look at my very handsome son! Ready to go fetch some lovely ladies at school today, I see," he said, with a smirk, "All jokes," he giggled and turned away to grab a small box from the counter. I began to laugh.

"Ah, if only," I said, sarcastically.

"Here, take this box of macaroons to share with your friends. Hopefully your day goes well," he replied, with a tiny smile.

"Thanks Dad," I said rapidly, as I grab the box from his hands. I sprint out the bakery only to be held back by the red beacon. I stand there impatiently when all of a sudden, I notice an old man slowly walking down the crosswalk in front of me. I look to my left and see a car speeding down the street. I have a sudden reflex and lunge towards the old man, letting go of the box I was holding and pulling the man towards me.

"Thank you so much, young man!" he spoke, showing no fear. THANK YOU IS ALL HE CAN SAY? I nearly had a heart attack and all this man can say is thank you! Unbelievable. It's as if he does this on a daily basis.

"You should be more careful, sir," I said, nearly out of breath.

"Oh! What a disaster. I'm so very sorry," he replied, as he looked down at the box of macaroons on the ground.

"No worries, I'm no stranger to disaster. Besides, there are a few left. Would you like one?" I asked politely. He then takes a macaroon and savors it slowly.

"Mmmh. Delicious!" he said with his eyes closed. I then panic, remembering I have less than a few minutes for class to start.

"Oh no! I'm going to be late! Uh, have a great day, sir!" I called out to the man as I ran to the steps of the school.

"Thank you again, young man," he replied, looking back at me.

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  I finally arrived at class, perfect timing actually. I headed toward the second row of seats, where my seat was last year. After not even a second of sitting down, the most irritating brat in the whole school, stands right before me. Chloe.

"Adrien Ugh-rest," she began, with a tone I despise.

"What do you want Chloe?" I said, annoyed.

"I want you to get. out. of. MY. seat!" she yelled, catching everyone's attention. I can feel my ears nearly bleed out. Why does this bitch always find a way to make anyone's day a living hell. I sit there rolling my eyes at the blonde spoiled brat who's standing in front of me along with her orange-headed minion, Sabrina.

"Chloe, can't you just pick any other open seat in the classroom, for you and that gnome of yours- I mean your friend?" I questioned, with a grin. I know I may have gone too far, but I cannot stand them.

"What did you say?! Never mind- why don't you go sit with that four-eyed dork over there," she said in an annoyed tone, pointing at a guy with a red cap on.

"I can't take your bullshit any longer Chlo-" I was cut off by the boy in the red cap.

"Chloe. That's your name, right? Fits perfect for a spoiled bitch like you. I'm Nino, nice to meet ya," Nino talked back, holding out his hand and shaking it with his other hand sarcastically. I can't help but laugh.

"Nice to meet you Nino, I think we'll get along pretty well!" I said with a smile.

"You little b-" Chloe began, "Anyway, you losers go find yourselves a seat; I'm saving the seat in front of me for Marinette."

"Who's Marinette?" I asked. I could only imagine it was one of Chloe's annoying rich friends, therefore not much of an importance nor none of my concern.

"You don't know who Marinette is?!" she asked, surprised. Chloe and her orange-headed friend began to cackle like a pair of witches.

"No..." I replied with confusion.

"What rock have you been living under?" she began to cackle again, "She's only a famous model, and I am her best friend- AFTER Sabrina, of course!" I notice Sabrina mugging Chloe. Poor girl, Chloe is no good for her.

"Has everyone found a seat?" the teacher asked the class, as she walks into the room. I sat next to Nino and introduced myself.

"Hi, I'm Adrien." I began.

"Nino, as you've already heard," he replied with a giggle. I then offer him one of my leftover macaroons.

"For those of you who don't know me, I'm Miss Bustier. I'll be your teacher this year!" she exclaimed, with a wide smile. I can already tell this class will bring all sorts of surprises.

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A/N: This chapter is based on Adrien's POV! The next chapter is a continuation of Marinette's POV.