Marinette groaned as she stretched her back, her hands on her hips as she leaned back after being hunched over for a few hours after making her bed the way she liked, setting up her desk and putting away her clothes. She let out a long sigh as she straighten her back, pulling her arms up as she examined her room. Everything was perfect to her liking, besides the horrid yellow colored walls.

She walked all the way downstairs, picking up her bag from the plastic covered white couch and sunglasses form the nightstand by the door. "I'm taking a walk." She exclaimed through the house as she slid on her sunglasses and went outside, the yellow sun beating down on her. She closed the front door and moved down the street, her wedged heels beating down on the sidewalk as she stuttered down to Main Street, examining the building that would be the new bakery. It was quaint, but adorable due to it previously being a cupcake shop.

Marinette continued walking until she got to a small park, across from it being a school with Bon Seine College, written across it in large white letters, them seeing larger against the rustic red and brown bricks. She would have to go to school in that dump? The only modern thing about it was the skylights and windows that were large and shone through the hallways. "Hiya!" Marinette jumped at the loud voice and turned to the swing set behind her, seeing a small brunette girl with large grey eyes. She jumped off the swing as it rose up and ran to Marinette, sticking her hand out proudly to her. "I'm Charlotte, but my Mommy and Brother all me Char!" She was loud.

"H-Hi Charlotte." Marinette stammered as she slowly shook her hand.

"It's rude not to introduce yourself ya know." Charlotte crossed her arms, pulling her arm away from Marinette.

"I'm Marinette. I just moved her from Paris." Charlotte smiled wide, her darker tanned skin stretching with her smile as her freckles darted across her skin everywhere.

"I've never been to Paris and it's like, right over there! Can you tell me about it?" Marinette studied the girl. She could be no older then five and was wearing bright pink suspenders, pink flats, a white t shirt underneath with her brown hair pulled into two braids.

"It's a really big city and when you're on the ground the Eiffel Tower looks like a mountain and-" Marinette went on about the city she missed so much, Charlotte smiling bigger and bigger as Marinette went on.

"I wanna go!" She smiled as a lean figure appeared behind her.

"When your older Char," the woman looked up at Marinette, her blonde hair pulled into a ponytail over her shoulder with her bangs hanging on her forehead, just above her green eyes, her light tan skin stretching with her smile. "Hi I'm Amelia, Amelia Bonier," she smiled. "And this is my daughter Charlotte."

"She lived in Paris!" Charlotte smiled.

"Really?" Marinette nodded. "Why did you moved to such a small town?"

"My parents never said, I'm Marinette," she smiled. "Pardon my manners but why do you two look so different?"

"She's adopted. We get that a lot actually," Amelia giggled. "But she's just as special as my son, Charlotte here is from North Africa, her family begged me to take her and I was already in love with her when I volunteered to help out in her village. She was about two years old when I took her back here."

Charlotte nodded excitedly, completely aware of her own life and was okay with it. The bell rang loudly behind them and Charlotte smiled wide as she ran in circles around her mother then to the school, climbing on the brick railings and standing on the top and scanning the crowd leaving the rusty copper doors. "I should get back home soon."

"It's was nice to meet you Marinette." Amelia smiled as she walked over to the school, scanning the crowd with her daughter until the spotted the familiar blonde boy. Marinette whistled as she walked down the street and back to her house, ripping the plastic off the couch and sitting down onto it, watching the TV Tom had just finished setting up. Her eyes landed on the empty bookcases on either side of the TV and the boxes of books on the floor. Marinette looked back at the TV. Someone else could do it.