I can't do this anymore... As soon as the door leading to the room closed, Marinette leaned against the wall and slowly began to slide down. The girl covered her face with her hands and drew her knees up to her chest.

That disgusting Chloe Bourgeois, how I hate her. Why does she make my life hell year after year? I can't do this anymore, I'm tired of it. - Marinette whispered, and tears flowed down her cheeks, smearing mascara and black pencil.