M.P.V.
Lila's eyes showed no glance at what she was really feeling, as she broke down into fake tears again. Whispered conversations erupted amongst my classmates. Mrs. Bustier stepped forward to confront Lila.

"Lila?" Mrs. Bustier said, as Lila turned to face her. "Is it true that you pushed  Marinette?" Lila took a deep breath and let out another fake sob.

"I didn't mean too." She cried, as I stood arms crossed. "When the quakes started I lost my balance and flung out my arms. That's when I accidentally hit Marinette."

My anger grew as she told more and more lies. How could she be so... so awful, and think she could go with out consequences.

"Accident?!" I yelled, startling Alya. "You grabbed my shirt and let me teeter on the edge before you shoved off!"

"I grabbed you to save you!" Lila cried,   as Mrs. Bustier rapped her arms around her. "I just wasn't strong enough..."

Lila broke away from Mrs. Bustier and ran around the side of the building. The class glared angrily at me as Rose ran off to comfort Lila.

"Marinette!" Mrs. Bustier said, crossing her arms. "How could you say that about Lila? She's obviously very torn up by her mistakes."

"I'm telling you she meant to push me!" I cried angrily, my fist clenched. "It wasn't a mis-."

"That is enough Marinette." Mrs. Bustier said, cutting me off. "I'm sending you home to think about your accusations. I don't want you coming back to school until you are ready to apologize to Lila."

My mouth fell open with surprise at her tone, but I quickly shut it knowing arguing would get me nowhere. I looked to Alya for support, but Alya had nothing to say to me. I sighed, before walking off in the direction of home.

As I walked down the street I noticed many people peeking out their windows, The streets were jammed with hovermobiles, and traffic seemed to be at a stop. The closer I got to the center of Aris, the more damage I noticed.

Soon I found myself walking the oldest part of the city, which seemed to have been impacted the most. Many people were searching through the rubble for possessions, while others helped people out of there houses.

I stood there, shocked at the amount of damage the tremor inflicted. Just then someone called my name. I looked over to see one of my mom's friends Nadja Chamack.

"Hey, Mrs. Chamak." I said as she jogged over to me, her notepad in hand.

"Marinette! What are you doing out here?" She asked. "I thought your class had a field trip to the engine rooms today."

"We did, but it was cut short by the tremor." I said, not wanting to tell her about my near death experience. If I told her, she'd tell my mom, who would probably ground me or lock me in the house to keep me safe.

"Oh dear." She said, pulling her pencil out from behind her ear. "The tremors made it all the way to the edges?"

I nodded as she scribbled notes in her book. Nadja was the spokeswoman for the news. She was in charge of announcing safety alerts and breaking news, though she had her own show at 6:00 every evening on the radio. Even though most information was ready for her when it came time for her show, she liked to record the gossip and action in town first hand.

"How bad were the tremors there?" She asked, looking up from her paper. "Miniscule to Horrible?"

"Um, moderate?" I said. She scribbled something else, before closing her pad and sliding her pencil behind her ear again.

"I'm done here." She said, sliding her paper into her purse. "Would you like a ride home?"

"Oh, I wouldn't want you to go out your way for me." I said politely."I can just walk."

"Nonsense." She said, pulling out her key. "I have to pick up Manon from your house anyways."

I smiled as she opened her passenger door for me. I climbed inside and found myself staring of into the horizon as she started the automobile and we glided down the street.

A.P.V

The drive home was sufficatingly quiet, and I could feel my father's gaze on me even when I turned my head to look out the window.

Though we weren't to far from the house, the drive was still felt particularly long, especially now that people were starting to fill the streets, and pieces of old buildings had crumbled on the path.

There was a team of about six people, collecting rubble off the road, who looked up at the car as we passed. Though cars were becoming more common, it was still a rare sight for people to see them driving about the street. It was even rarer though, to see my father's car driving about the street.

People stared as we passed and I quickly leaned away from the window, uncomfortable with so many eyes on me. Unfortunately, my father's gaze was one I couldn't escape so easily.

"Your 10:30 fencing lesson has been moved up to 10:00." Natalie said, breaking the awkward silence. I looked to her hoping she would have more to say, but apparently that was all.

Thankfully we soon pulled past the large iron gates outside the house and drove up to the front steps. The gorilla got out first and opened the automobile door for me and my father. My father stepped out first, his shoes clicking against the marble stairs.

I followed close behind, as he walked up to the house and into the empty front room. He continued up the stairs to his office and beckoned me inside. I stepped through the doors and sat, staring into my lap as I awaited his criticism

"Adrien, what were you thinking?" My father said, his voice edged with worry. I looked up in surprise at his tone.