15 year old (Y/n) has been home schooled since she could remember, due to her constant training in martial arts and major photo shoots from time to time. After achieving her goal at the nationals, she and her family decided to move back to Paris, Fr...
I stepped into the shower and closed the curtain behind me.
Grabbing a clean washcloth, I poured out the body wash onto it and lathered it against my skin.
"Strawberries. Hm."
I washed and conditioned my hair and got out.
I used Marinette's pink blow dryer to dry my hair and add some volume to the top.
I plugged in my straightener and applied my makeup waiting for it to heat; once it heated I straightened my (h/l) (h/c) hair, and looked in the mirror nodding in approval.
After finishing everything I needed to do I walked back to Marinette's room finding her still fast asleep in her bed.
"(Y/n), dear, would you wake up that lazy daughter of mine?"
Aunt Sabine's tone was playful and I couldn't help but laugh myself.
"Mari, wake up! We're going to be late!"
I picked Marinette up off her bed and stood her up on the floor.
"Alright, alright I'm up."
I let go of her and went over to my suit case picking out what I should wear.
"Mari? Would you help me pick out an outfit?"
Marinette yawned and nodded, walking over to me looking at my options.
"Here, wear this. I have to go get ready so I will meet you down stairs in a few minutes when I'm done."
I put on the outfit Marinette had picked out and walked over to a mirror gazing at my reflection.
(Authors note: my vision of the character has more of an androgynous style, but you may choose whatever you want to be dressed like. This is just how I imagined it in my state of mind how the outfit would look.)
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Admiring my completed look in the mirror I walked downstairs and gathered everything I needed for school and put it in my side carry bag.
A slight ding came from my pocket, I pulled out my phone and checked my text messages.
Momma: Vincent is waiting outside for you, have a great first day. Love you.
Me: Love you too.
I got another text from that one girl, Chloè I had met the other day.
Chloè: Hey (Y/n)kins, I can't wait for you to come. You are coming right? Ha. Who am I kidding, of course you are. I'm waiting.
"I don't know how to respond to this."
I put my phone back in my pocket and looked at the time on my watch.
"Marinette! You coming?"
I yelled up the stairs hearing frantic movements.
"You go on ahead of me, I will meet you there!"
I chuckled at how shaky and rushed her voice sounded.
"Alright, Mari, see you at school."
Still laughing I walked outside and stepped in the limousine that waited for me.
