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“Marinette,” a voice called, it was so close yet sounded so distant all at the same time. Stirring from her sleep ever so slightly, she groaned. “Marinette, you’re going to be late if you don’t wake up.” The voice encouraged but it was all but in vain. As if on the que, the door of the dorm bedroom swung open and in strolled her other best friend, Alya.
“Marinette, if don’t get your lazy ass off this bed, we’ll both be late for the first day back and I thought you said you were gonna be better this year?” it was as if the voice had some kind of power over the girl, the power to drag the girl that literally slept like a log and woke up like a zombie, to arise from her slumber and get her dressed and ready within couple of minutes.
“Tikki! Why didn’t you wake me up?!” Marinette yelled from within the bathroom. The said girl peaked from her spot to see her dear friend and roommate multitasking; brushing her teeth, fixing her hair and tidying up her crimpled clothing.
“I tried Marinette, but you wouldn’t budge,” Tikki explained regretting she didn’t try hard enough to wake her up. “I know you and Tikki are practically one person, but don’t go blaming her for your issues.” Alya shot Marinette a menacing glare, one that even she couldn’t stand against. Stepping out of the bathroom, Marinette gave the most apologetic smile to Tikki.
“I’m sorry Tikki, I just want to be chosen this year,” she finished with a sigh.
“Don’t be sorry, I know you can do it. We all know the only reason you weren’t chosen last year, was because Chloe got her father to pull strings and rig the auditions,” Tikki tried to comfort but was returned with a sad smile.
“Besides, this year will be different.” Alya patted Marinette’s shoulder in comfort, throwing her a classic ‘Alya knows all’ smirk.
“How do you-,” Marinette tried to ask but was cut off.
“Don’t underestimate the girl who runs the official Ladyblog. I have my sources and I’m sure everything will make sense when we get to class.”
“Hate to break it you two but if we don’t get moving, we’re all gonna be late for the first day back. And some of us aren’t juniors here,” Tikki inserted in. Marinette’s heart sank just a little before she grabbed Alya and sprinted out of the room yelling a '‘sorry Tikki, talk at lunch.'’ Tikki giggle as she exited the dorm room, walking the opposite direction of her two underclassmen went.
But this is all confusing right? Let’s go back a bit to understand.