Marinette's  POV:

    "I cannot do it, Alya!"  I yell into the phone.

     "Yes, you can, girl!"       

   "I am too chicken."

   "Girl, be confident,"  Alya replies.

"Confident, but I am not that type of person. If I were, I would have told him in high school on graduation day even."

    "Well, you know what you have to do then?"

    "No, what?" I ask as I brace myself for her intuition.

    Great, I  know that confidence is the one thing I lack.

       I roll my eyes. It is hopeless.

      "What you Need is Confidence!" I hear Alya blurt out right before she hangs up the phone.

          I  sigh.  Confidence,  how do I get it?

          I  know Alya is right.  She is my best friend for crying out loud.

        The trouble is I am the least confident person I know.

       the story continues in Chapter 1

     until then,

  bye-bye,

  little owlets!

-Summer out!