Middle of the year, students gossipped and chattered about random things. All in their friendship groups, all already knew each other, all have been living in Paris, France for most of their lives -if not, all of their lives. This was the case for everyone in Ms. Bustier's class, everyone except for Kaetlyn Shire.

Kaetlyn Shire; thirteen years old, long, dark chocolate hair tied in a ponytail, porcelain skin, hazel eyes, long eyelashes, and pink lips. All O-na-tur-al.

She sat closer to the back of the class, the second-to-back row. Kaetlyn read from her twenty-seven chaptered, three-hundred-ninety-one paged book. She didn't care if she was considered the stranger of the school. Being so introverted, the girl enjoyed solitude.

She pulled the sleeves to her dark, sky blue hoodie over the palms of her hands as she finished reading a page. Her leg twitched constantly, a "nervous tick" Kaetlyn usually called it. A pair of dark blue, nearly black jeans covered her legs. Black tennis shoes with white soles and purple designs covered her feet. The only skin Kaetlyn showed was her face and half of her hands.

The bell rung, all the groups of friends split up to sit in their seats. No one sat next to Kaetlyn. There were just one too many seats for this class, but to her, this was the right amount. An empty seat meant she didn't have to share the desk, didn't have to talk to anybody, didn't have to worry about anything but herself and her schoolwork.

"Alright class," Ms. Bustier called to her students, "settle down."

The teacher was tall and light-skinned, with reddish-orangish hair that pulls back in a high bun. Her teal eyes were gorgeous, her thin, light pink lips pulled back into a friendly smile.

"I'm sure some of you noticed a new face in our class." Bustier continued, " I would like to introduce a transfer student that will be joining us for the rest of the year." The woman gave an even bigger smile as she turned her eyes to Kaetlyn. Dang it, the one thing I wanted to avoid.

Kaetlyn stopped reading, she hesitantly stood up from her seat and slowly made her way to the front of the class. She could feel all eyes glued on her. Her heart raced. Did she feel a drop of sweat run down her forehead?

Once Kaetlyn finally reached the side of Ms. Bustier, she said the same words she had rehearsed during the flight here, "Hello...I'm Kaetlyn, Kaetlyn Shire, and I'm a transfer student from America." Well, almost the same words. The rehearsal didn't have stuttering, unlike now.

"I hope I get to learn more about France while I'm here, including your language. I...may not be good at speaking French, but I can hold a normal conversation with someone. So…thank you." That was such a pitiful ending.

Kaetlyn could never start nor end a presentation smoothly. It either came naturally or not at all. Trying to stage one is the most challenging thing next to human interaction.

"Thank you, Kaetlyn. You can have a seat now." Ms. Bustier waited for the transfer student to hastily make her way back to her desk before continuing, "I want you all to have patience with Kaitlyn and help her learn about our culture and language. It can be challenging to learn about a completely different country."

Kaetlyn hunched over her desk, trying to shrink away from existence. She was never meant for any sort of spotlight.

Ms. Bustier began the lesson for the day. Kaetlyn took out a notebook and began quoting her teacher's words on paper. She wouldn't be able to remember what someone had said several days later in another language.

Kaetlyn could hear faint giggling. At first, she ignored it, but the giggling grew louder as it continued. The American girl looked up from her notebook.

A girl with sunkissed skin glanced at Kaetlyn before turning to someone sitting next to her. The giggling girl had her light honey blonde hair pulled back into a high ponytail. Light blue eyeshadow made her dark blue eyes stand out. Her other makeup included nude lipstick and light, peach-colored blush.

The teen's clothes were made up of a yellow, long-sleeved jacket over a white shirt with black stripes around the waist, white jean capris with a belt that had diamond-shaped studs, and white dress shoes with black lining and soles.

A gold chain necklace with a matching sphere charm hung from her neck. White-rimmed sunglasses rested on the top of her head. Kaetlyn assumed everything she wore cost more than the flight to get to France.

She continued to giggle. Though, when listening, Kaetlyn heard this giggling more like an evil snicker. The blonde looked back at the new girl again. She quickly went back to murmuring to whoever sat beside her. The view Kaetlyn's desk gave her didn't allow the girl to see the second person. They sat up in the first row.

Kaetlyn rolled her eyes before catching up on what Ms. Bustier taught to the class.

Class ended. It's now lunchtime in Collège Françoise Dupont.

Not knowing how lunch might work for French schools, Kaetlyn studied her piers. Most of them hung out at the courtyard, downstairs. Others went to the cafeteria to get to eat lunch. A few made their way out of the school entirely!

Being a follower, Kaetlyn copied the majority of the students and stayed in the school, but didn't go down to the courtyard. Instead, she remained on the second floor.

Kaetlyn sat against the wall outside of a classroom. She opened her teal satchel and took out a sandwich box. Kaetlyn didn't know the real name to these kinds of containers, but they were shaped just like the sliced bread you would use to make a sandwich, so the name fit.

Popping off the bright red lid, Kaetlyn took out a turkey sandwich with slices of lettuce. She took a bight.

"Hey there. You're the newbie, aren't you?"

Kaetlyn looked up. The same blonde with expensive clothing walked up to her. A second girl with shoulder-length, orange hair and large brown glasses stood beside her.

Kaetlyn finished her mouthful of food while she let the blonde continue.

"Is that your real face? Or are you just terrible at doing makeup?" The blonde laughed evilly.

Great, lame insults. The transfer student stayed quiet and let this bully say whatever she needed to said.

"Quiet type, huh? I bet you can't even speak French! You just memorized that little introduction of yours. Hahahahaha!"

"Just leave her alone, Chloe." A brand new voice talked back to the blonde that had been addressed as "Chloe".

Kaetlyn looked behind Chloe and her redheaded companion to see two other girls. One with dark skin and reddish-brown, wavy hair that goes slightly past the shoulders. The second girl had bluebell eyes and medium-length blue hair that pulled back into two, short pigtails.

"Ugh, what are you doing here?" Chloe spat.

"I should be asking you the same thing." The girl with pigtails replied, "Shouldn't you be adding more makeup to that clown face of yours? Honestly, you could work in a circus and scare kids at birthday parties!"

In flustered anger, Chloe stomped away, the redhead scurried behind her. The pigtailed girl and her friend walked up to Kaetlyn.

"Don't let Chloe get under your skin. She's just looking for attention." The girl with dark skin told Kaetlyn with a smile.

"Hi! I'm Alya, and this is Marinette." The girl introduced, who Kaetlyn now knew as Alya.

Marinette, the one with the pigtails, wore a dark grey blazer lined with pink polka dots over a white t-shirt. Her pink pants were rolled up and lined inside with pink polka dots as well. Her shoes were light pink and flat with red soles.

Alya had hazel eyes with a beauty mark above her right eyebrow. She wore an orange, white, and purple plaid, flannel shirt over a white tank top. Alya had light blue jeans covering her legs and white sneakers with black tops covering her feet.

Kaetlyn introduced herself to the two new faces, "Hi, I'm Kaetlyn."

Marinette smiled, "We know. You're in our first class."

"Oh, right…" Kaetlyn thought their hair color looked familiar. She remembered seeing the back of their heads a few rows in front of her.

Alya's turn to speak, "Wanna hang with us for lunch? We can keep the circus clown at bay from you." Kaetlyn smiled at Alya's reference to the name Marinette gave Chloe.

She put the partially eaten sandwich back in its container before standing up, satchel over her shoulder and container in hand.

"You do know you can't bring packed lunches to school, right?" Alya asked.

"Oh…" Kaetlyn tugged at her sleeves, "American school let you pack lunches. I didn't know it was different here…"

"It's fine. At least you didn't get caught."

"Let's go before Chloe gets back," Marinette said.

Kaetlyn followed the two girls to a bench on the side of the courtyard. Alya sat down on one end, patting the other as to invite Kaetlyn to sit. She did, placing her satchel on the ground beside her.

"So, a transfer student from America?" Alya rested her head on her hand, which rested on the arm of the bench.

Kaetlyn sat stiffly on the bench, still a little shy, "Yes. I was born and raised there."

Marinette spoke this time, "What's it like there? I would love to try out some of their clothing designs." Kaetlyn guessed Her pigtailed friend enjoyed clothes shopping.

"Well, it's not as busy, at least from where I'm from. And sixth through twelfth grade don't have courtyards in their schools usually." Kaetlyn answered. Alya smirked; Marinette's smile gleamed.

It took a few seconds for Kaetlyn to notice Marinette's black, circular earrings.

"Nice earrings, by the way." It couldn't hurt to give a compliment here and there.

Marinette glanced sideways towards her ears, "Ah, yeah. I've been wearing them for a while now."

Kaetlyn gave a small smile. She seemed to have made a couple of acquaintances. She wouldn't call them her friends necessarily, not yet. They only just met, Kaetlyn might find a different group of people that she'll end up bonding with. These two girls were only protecting her from Chloe.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. Kaetlyn followed everyone outside the front door. Some still hung out on the stairs that lead to the doors, others waved goodbye as they either got in a car or walked to wherever their homes might be.

Kaetlyn saw Chloe squeezing a boy in a huge hug. The boy had brushed back blonde hair and fair skin. His eyes seemed green from the distance. They were bright and glimmering.

The boy opened the back door to a fancy looking car. Once the car drove away, Chloe immediately spotted a girl wearing all pink, and a boy with darker skin and glasses. Kaetlyn watched Chloe and listened in on the conversation.

"Pink is so not your color. And those glasses look awful on you, just like everything else you wear!" Chloe ended with evil cackling as she strutted away. Kaetlyn clenched her fists, she had about enough of this nonsense.

Sprinting up to the 'circus clown', Kaetlyn made sure her words were heard, "What is your problem?!" Kaetlyn stood directly in front of Chloe, who seemed surprised at the quiet girl's appearance.

"Ugh, what do you want?"

"What did those two students ever do to you?"

Chloe scoffed, "None of your business! Now if you'll excuse me!" The blonde walked forwards, pushing Kaetlyn out of the way.

Kaetlyn silently cursed at the clown. She stomped away in a rage. The girl lived quite close to Collège Françoise Dupont, so she had the privilege of walking home.

Her anger created too much weight on her feet to continue walking. Kaetlyn ended up sitting against the wall of an alleyway, away from the idiotic race called humanity.

Desperate for a way to calm down, Kaetlyn took out a photo from a small pocket in her satchel. The picture included a four-year-old Kaetlyn, and three other four-year-olds; Her closest friends.

Not even a minute later, a black butterfly with strange purple, translucent highlights came flapping towards Kaetlyn. Her anger still lingered, not even the unique sight could calm her. A split moment of bewilderment took over when the butterfly phased into her photo! How is that even possible?!

Kaetlyn had no time to think because immediately, a butterfly-shaped outline made of purple light appears over her face. Her mind became foggy, all she knew was rage and revenge.

"Hello, Enmity. I am Hawk Moth." Hawk Moth's voice echoed in her brain. Deep and intimidating, yet slightly soothing. "The act of evil displeasures you. I can give you the power to take revenge on those who create wrong in this world. However," The disembodied voice continued, "you must bring me two powerful items: Ladybug and Chat Noir's miraculous!"

Kaetlyn smiled devilishly, "With pleasure.." Black and bright purple smoke spread from her photo, encasing her. The smoke transformed her.

Her dark hair became undone and wavy, reaching to her lower back. Kaitlyn's outfit changed into a black, skin-tight jumpsuit with a silver collar reaching just below her chin, silver, calf-high boots matched. The sleeves wrapped around either of her middle fingers. Black, electronic spheres were attached to a silver sash wrapping over Kaetlyn. A pocket on her upper left arm kept the photo safe inside.

"There are people in this world that have yet to learn the evil behind humanity. I'll show them all how I and many others have been treated!"

Kaetlyn -No- Enmity leaped into the air, searching for her first victims. She caught sight of two young adults. They smiled as they chatted about innocent subjects. Enmity decided to show them how this world really works.

Picking off one of the spheres, she threw them down, in front of the two people. She waited on the roof of a building as Enmity watched red mist spray from the sphere. The two young adults went from a friendly chat to loud bickering. They spat venomous words at each other, making each other more furious by the second.

Enmity set off to find more prey. There were many. Soon enough, more than half the city of Paris was insulting one another. The new villain decided the best view of this chaos would be up top on the Eiffel Tower.

"Now this blasted city shall know the cruelty its citizens'cause!" Enmity's glowing, red eyes enjoyed the sight of truth being revealed. A mask just as black as her bodysuit covered the upper half of her face. Her hair, which parted to the right, covered her right eye. Only her left one was visible.

A voice, somehow familiar, called out to Enmity, "Not if we have anything to say about it!" The villain turned around to see a girl wearing a red, jumpsuit with black spots all over. A mask surrounding her bluebell eyes had the same pattern. She seemed to be imitating a ladybug.

The same butterfly outline appeared in front of Enmity's face, "That's Ladybug. Get her miraculous! Quick!" The outline disappeared, so did the voice. She could not think about anything else but Hawk Moth's orders.

"So, you're Ladybug? I thought this would be a challenge."

"Hey! Don't forget about me!" A new voice shouted. It seemed to have come from a boy with untamed, blonde hair, which had black cat ears sticking out.

He wore a textured, skin-tight suit. His hands were covered by wrist long gloves that had claws as nails. Boots with silver, metal toes covered up to his ankles. A belt around this boy's waist extended into a catlike tail behind him. A black mask surrounded his eyes, which were made up of green sclerae, dark green irises, and oblong pupils. He looked just like a black house cat. The boy even had a golden bell around his neck that connected to a zipper on the front of his costume.

"And you must be Chat Noir." Enmity stated, "I'm supposed to steal both your 'miraculous'. So, I'll try and do that, but first…" She didn't finish her sentence before leaping over the fence protecting sightseers from falling off the Tower.

"Wait!" Ladybug shouted, she ran up to the chain-link fence. Enmity left the scene without hearing what the female hero had to say.

"What are you doing, Enmity?!" Hawk Moth's voice echoed in her head.

"I'm searching for that brat, Chloe. I have a score to settle with her." Enmity could barely think straight. All she knew was what Chloe had done to her and other students, and that Hawk Moth wanted the miraculous from Ladybug and Chat Noir.

"You're supposed to be obtaining the miraculous!"

"Yeah, yeah. I'll do that once I'm done." Enmity had been traveling, rooftop to rooftop, keeping her eye out for the circus clown. At last, she found Chloe admiring herself in a life-size mirror.

Chloe must be in her house, more of a mansion. It is a mansion. "So, you're the mayor's daughter, huh?" Enmity crouched on the edge of the rooftop to the building across from Chloe's room. Spacious, with large windows. Enmity couldn't make out what the smaller details of the room were. Words just continuously pounded from inside her head.

"Take revenge on Chloe….Take revenge...Show the world its cruelty…" Fulfilling Hawk Moth's orders was the last thing she wanted to do.

"Hey there." Enmity greeted Chloe with a vile tone. She now leaned against the wall inside the clown's oversized bedroom.

Chloe jumped at Enmity's appearance, "Stay back!" Her voice shaky, the mayor's daughter took several steps backward, trapping herself against a wall. "M-my dad's the mayor! You'll be in...very big trouble if-"

"Oh, shut it you spoiled brat!"

And Chloe did. Terror-stricken, she could barely form her next sentence.

Enmity sauntered towards Chloe, a devilish grin spreading across her masked face. Her bright red eyes made it seem she was possessed. Which, technically, she was.

"What to do, what to do…" Enmity tried thinking of ways to gain vengeance. Her hazy mind still couldn't produce clear thoughts.

Enmity now stood only inches away from Chloe, who let out a small squeal. Before any other action could be done, something stabbed the red-eyed villain, causing her to fly across the room.

She landed on the floor. Enmity saw Chat Noir holding an electronic staff with a green, animal paw designed in the center. The several foot long staff shortened to now be the size a normal staff would be.

Enmity staggered up on her feet. Ladybug jumped through one of the large windows in Chloe's room. "Thanks, Chat."

"Anything for M'lady."

The Butterfly outline appeared once again, "What are you waiting for? Take their miraculous before I take your powers!"

Enmity currently didn't have the conscious to make a decision, so she just followed orders, "Let's end this quick, shall we? Give me your miraculous, and I'll let you two be."

"Not a chance!" Ladybug's stubborn personality started getting on Enmity's nerves.

"The hard way then." She then leaped directly at Ladybug, one of her bombs in hand. The hero dodged the attack. Enmity dropped the bomb for it to let out its mist. Then, exiting the scene swiftly out an open window.

"Don't breathe it in!" She heard Ladybug order.

"You fool!" Hawk Moth's voice echoed, "You had them! Rgh! Should I find someone else to do such a simple task?" His voice outraged. Enmity's arm had suddenly been struck by intense pain!

The villain growled, "Calm down! Once they're at each other throats, I'll be able to snatch their trinkets easily!" The pain luckily stopped.

"...Very well, but one more mistake and you'll never expose this earth's cruelty!"

As soon as Hawk Moth's voice disappeared, the two blasted heroes' voices did the opposite, "This is the last time we let you get away!"

"What this girl's name, anyway?" Chat Noir asked out of boredom.

The villain scoffed, "Enmity."

"I suppose that would make sense," Ladybug mumbled, "you can ruin friendships."

"I simply expose the truth. Humanity is a dastardly thing and should realize what they do to each other."

"By creating more chaos and cruelty?" Chat Noir asked, muddled.

"Tch."

Ladybug ended the small talk by swinging her ladybug patterned yoyo as Enmity, who dodged and threw another bomb in the heroes' direction.

More attacks and dodging, only a few hits made. The heroes and villain eventually ended up in a large, square park with brick walls that separated it from the surrounding city.

"We can't hit her!" Ladybug stated to Chat Noir

"And we can barely get close without risking smelling in that red stuff." The cat added.

Enmity's face expressed scorn. She waited for her enemies to attack first. Chat Noir did just that. She and he were now stuck in close combat.

"Lucky charm!" Ladybug's voice shouted in the distance. Enmity had no time to glance at whatever the bug might be doing. She was too busy dodging and blocking Chat Noir's staff.

Has any time past? It didn't seem like it. The cat and Enmity were still stuck doing the same thing as before. It felt like this battle has been going on forever. Yet, it strangely felt like only a few minutes have passed at the same time.

"Chat, now!" The kitty moved out of the way of Enmity. Ladybug took up the villain's range of sight. She sidekicked Enmity, who skidded across the dirt ground and tripped over a string.

Examining the string, it had the same pattern as everything belonging to Ladybug. Enmity heard a few clicks and other sounds. Her brain couldn't register the possible meaning behind these noises fast enough. Before she knew it, Enmity had been trapped in an empty and broken trash bin.

Her arms were squeezed together from such a tight fit, and her legs stumbled when the extra weight of the bin had suddenly been added on. Enmity now sat on the ground, squirming to get up, but couldn't from lack of balance.

Ladybug approached the caged girl, searching for something that must be on her. The bug spotted Enmity's pocket on her arm. She pulled out the photo, with a purple tint to it, and ripped it in half. A black butterfly flew out of it.

"Time to de-evilize!" Ladybug threw her yoyo at it, capturing it inside. The sight amazed Enmity. She had never before seen a yoyo, or any toy, be able to do that. "Gotcha!"

Ladybug opened the yoyo again. Instead of the same, dark butterfly, out came a pure white one.

"Bye-bye, little butterfly." She said as it fluttered away, "Miraculous, Ladybug!" The heroine tossed a wound up ball of the same string Enmity tripped over into the air. Actual ladybugs burst from it and came swarming the trapped villainess.

Kaetlyn woke up in the middle of a park of sorts. "Pound it!" She heard two figures say. One dressed as a ladybug and another dressed as a black cat. Is this a costume party?

It hurt Kaetlyn's brain to think, so she didn't. Her head hurt with excruciating pain, and her limbs ached too much to move comfortably. It felt like she had been asleep for hours, but it didn't seem like even one has passed. It was still day.

The girl dressed as a ladybug glanced at Kaetlyn before turning to the cat dude. "I have to leave now, can you help her back home?" She asked the guy.

"Sure thing!" He gave a two-finger salute as the ladybug girl swung away using her yoyo. Seriously, what kind of people are they?

"Need some help?" The cat extended his hand, Kaetlyn hesitated. She cautiously took it to be helped up. Any sudden movements made the pounding in her head worsen for a few seconds.

"Where do you live?" The cat dressed boy asked, "I can bring you home safely. Though, there's nothing dangerous anymore now that we got rid of the Akuma."

Kaetlyn took a stride back, "Akuma?"

"You must be new here." The boy bowed gracefully as he continued, "The name's Chat Noir. I'm Ladybug's partner in protecting Paris from akumatized victims."

Chat Noir seemed like an alright guy, but many people in the world can deceive a person. "Well, if you're telling the truth-"

"I am."

"...Then thank you, but I'd prefer to make my way home by myself."

"Suit yourself." Chat used his staff, that could elongate and shorten on command, to leap away.

Kaetlyn crossed her arms and started walking...until she realized she had no idea where she was. "Wait!"

The girl slammed the front door to her apartment shut. Fortunately, Chat Noir heard Kaitlyn's cry for help and flew her over here. The situation was awkward, for Kaetlyn had to wrap herself around him as he used the staff himself. It's better than roaming through the bustling city.

"I'm home!" Kaetlyn announced. No answer. Her parents must be shopping for groceries. Or dinner.

A white, foldable table acted as the dining table, with a mix and match of foldable metal chairs. There was no couch in front of the flat-screen TV. Boxes were stacked and piled everywhere in the room. All of their belongings packed inside.

Kaetlyn opened the door leading to her room. More boxes, of her belongings this time, and a mattress were the only things in here. On her mattress was a thick blanket and a pillow. Beside was a large duffel bag stuffed with clothing and hygienic products.

Tossing her satchel across the room, Kaetlyn collapsed onto her mattress. She would've fallen asleep if the fact that at least one of these boxes had to be unpacked by the end of the day didn't creep out from the back of her mind. Her mother strictly ordered it from her before leaving for school.

Kaetlyn forced herself up to decide what box she could unpack efficiently. Scanning the room, something caught the girl's eye. Something strange.

Walking closer, it appeared to be a black, hexagonal box with outlandish red markings on top. Though terrified of the mysterious and unknown, Kaetlyn's curious human nature took over. She opened the lid to meet the surprise of a lifetime.