I'm just a teenager so I'm not the best writer so bear with me here on my writing. Anyways enjoy :)

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I'm Marinette Dupain-Cheng, I'm aspiring to be a world-famous fashion designer. Fashion is like an outlet for me, I get to make bold designs that no one has ever made. In the real world, I'm very clumsy and a bit introverted and cheerful. 

I have big bluebell colored eyes that I got from my grandmother. Two summers ago I cut my hair into a pixie cut because I felt that it fit my bold fashion sense, as of now my hair is medium length and black with highlights of blue, it's usually in two pigtails in the back of my hair. My cheeks have a natural rosy tint to them and my face is a little chubby. I'm from Paris France, I've lived here all of my life. I love it here everyone is so beautiful here and the fashion here is astonishing, I just feel like I belong here.  

"Marinette Cheng it's your turn to present your poem, stand in your place." My teacher Ms. Kelswick informs me. 

 Let's just say that she is different from the rest of the teachers at Mulbain High School. Instead of slouching and doing things the traditional way she makes her own rules. 

She is also one of the few people aware of my fear of public speaking. My mom, dad, and best friend Julie are also aware. It's very obvious but everyone else at my school doesn't know because I'm simply a wallflower. I'm an outcast at my school, I'm lucky if anyone even notices that I exist, one time someone fell on me because they didn't know that I was behind them in debate class. 

"Women so talented a-a-a" I stutter the first line out. When I get nervous I stutter. I looked up from my paper and shrunk back after I noticed how many people were staring at me with their beady eyes. After standing in the middle of the classroom for a few minutes I ran to the bathroom.

Beep-beep-beep. I jump at the sound of my alarm clock while rolling my eyes from it waking me up. Usually, when my alarm clock wakes me up I keep hitting snooze until it's almost time for my bus to come. Today I was grateful for my alarm because it woke me up from that horrible dream or should I say nightmare.

I ran into the glass door face first that leads you to the bathroom. "Ouch!" I yelped out in pain.

"Did you run into the door again Marinette?" My mom asks, peeping her head out from the corner.

"Yes," I admit while holding, grazing my fingers on my forehead checking for any bumps.

All in a matter of 20 minutes I brushed my teeth and took a shower and got dressed. Not to mention that I fell about 3000 times, I got the job done. I walk over to my mirror and stood in front of it, practice saying it out loud for the seventh time since I woke up at today.

Women

So talented and gifted but yet so finessed

Being told to return back to the kitchen to do what a woman does best

Working as hard as you can even harder than the rest

But yet still underpaid and being valued as their foundation nest

We're claimed to be equal so why do we still have to protest?

All of these stereotypical expectations cause some emotional stress

portrayed in music videos as if women are objects

When we're more than that simply intellects

Scolded for finally taking a long-awaited stand

Instead of taking flight on our very own land

Just trying to have the same rights as a man

Manipulated minds are like moon crest

Dark represents the past and light represents today

You can see the moon crest the most when it's dark but you can also see it when it's light

Women rights are better today than it used to be in the past

We still haven't received equal pay in anything and we won't stop until that day

You can yell, you can scream

That still won't stop me from having a dream

"You can do this Marinette, it's all in your head. How else are you going to bring attention to this topic if you don't speak your mind? Even if you have to close your eyes, then do it." My mom says, pats my back.

"Thanks, Ma ma" I say in the respective Chinese version of mom. My mom pulled me into a hug. 

"It's time to eat breakfast, I prepared one of your favorites Jianbing." She says clapping her hands.

Jianbing is a popular food in China and it's a fried crêpe, with some of the many ingredients included like wheat, and mung bean flour and grassy cilantro and eggs. Did I mention that I'm half Chinese and half french?

I sat down in front of the round table in my usual chair. My mom sat down in the seat of honor which is reserved for the oldest or the host. Since she has prepared the meal she is the host. 

"I'll be right out with the rice and the Jianbing." My mom says to my dad and I. A few seconds later she brought out three small dishes of rice and Jianbing and three cups of hot Longjing tea on a white lazy susan platter. 

I lick my lips, pick up a fork. "Thank you." My dad and I say, almost at the same time.

We all started to eat our food while having nice family conversations once we were done chewing. I was almost finished with my meal when I saw the bus out of the corner of my eye, so I stuffed the remaining of the food and rice in my mouth. 

"I love you mom, dad I'll see you when I get home!" I yell out to them while hugging them quickly. 

"Good luck on your presentation Marinette remember to not look at your classmates and if you do then imagine them as SpongeBob!" My dad says, with a thumbs up.

And the dad of the year award goes to........

I'm really going to need that luck. 

AN: This is the first chapter that I've rewritten and I have completely changed the plot around. I actually wrote the poem Women for a Change in the summer and I had to perform it and I was so scared, but I got through it. Don't forget to comment vote and follow me. Have anyone questions for me or in general pm me I don't bite :)