There it was, she walked towards the building grinning ear-to-ear.

I had just gotten back from America a week before, and I already couldn't wait to be joined once more with my friends. This would be our final year before traveling to our next school. 

I looked at my schedule, the classes were on the other side of the building; separate from the previous year. 

I smiled when a vision from my first day came to me. It looked the same as how reality was, but I knew it was from the past. My past. The girl who hadn't had any superpowers; nervous about her new school in Paris. The girl who's only worry was about her Catablog. The girl who didn't have a Miraculous on her ankle at all times. The girl who had never met Chat Noir.

"This your fan fiction? Do you even know Ladybug?" I looked up from the paper in my hands to see a boy, gray t-shirt, blue jeans. The entire get-up made him look as if he was of upper class. The tone in his voice did nothing but support the theory. I walked closer to see the blond boy with grey eyes looking through papers in front of a frightened and awkward Marc. The taller boy threw the papers down on the ground, and tears were evident in my friend's eyes as he kneeled down to pick up the papers.

The blonde kicked Marc's gut, sending him back with a grunt. "Ha, it's almost too easy!" Marc shielded his face with an arm, his elbow was on the ground and his knees were up. As the "bully" approached him, I threw my paper down and ran to defend the green-eyed author.

"Hey, I'm Sam. And, who do you think you are?" He looked surprised at my sudden appearance, then his face wore an amused expression which I despised. 

"The name's Felix, darlin'." He gave me an imaginary hat tip, then pointed at the boy on the ground. "Now if you'll be a doll and get out of my way." My mouth formed a thin line as I bit back a remark. I turned to Marc and helped him stand.

"Right. Come on, Marc." I grabbed his wrist and began dragging him away as he looked at the ground. "Wha-"

A hand gripped my other wrist and I was pulled back, slingshotting Marc. I looked at the face right in front of me, a smirk evident.

I adjusted my weight and leaned on one leg more so than the other. Felix held my wrist near his face. I gave him a blank expression to show I was not enthused. 

"Hey, girlie."

"Let go." He tilted his head, and his face showed amusement.

"Or you'll what? Throw a French fry at me?

"This is your only warning." He chuckled, but I refused to cower or back down. He pushed his face closer to mine so our noses nearly touched, and I held back a gag.

"Do you really want me to let go?" I looked in his eyes, just filled with happiness and tease. It sickened me to my very core. 

"That'd be the smartest thing for you to do." I noted the onlookers around us, and I preferred not to make an even larger scene. Well, that really wasn't going according to plan so far...

"Make me." Felix put his face even closer to my own as I began speaking with as threatening a tone as I could muster.

"I'll give you three seconds to let go." He only chuckled as he grabbed my other wrist.

"Three." He did nothing more than stare into my eyes. "Two." His expression changed when I skipped to "Zero" and kneed him in the "no-touch" zone. 

He released me, and I gave him a good punch in the nose as I held his shirt collar in an effort to force him to look at me. "Stay the hell away from me, or I swear you will wish you hadn't ever come near me." I let him go, and put my arm around Marc to guide him to the school. He looked amazed, and I smirked.

"So, who do you have for homeroom?" Before he could answer my casual question, I heard Felix's voice once more.

"Did I hurt little gay's feelings?" I stopped walking and spun on my heels. He had spoken that in English, and I was about ready to pop a lid. 

"What did you just say?" Felix was standing now, his arms crossed. I realize people around us looked concerned, most likely due to the sudden switch in language. 

"I asked the wimp a question, doll." I let out a growl and began walking towards him in a huff when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Alya. 

"Girl, be smart. You've got to control your emotions. Don't feed the fire in hopes it will go out," she offered. I answered in a robotic and irritated tone.

"Get out of my way." I didn't so much as glance at her, my stare focused on the bully before me.

"Let her pass, I'd like to see what the doll's got." I heard her grumble, and she angrily spoke just quietly so only I could hear.

"You show him what a girl to do, just be smart." I nodded, still focused on my target as I walked towards him with my hands balled into fists.

"Why'd you say it in such a rude tone?" I walked right up to Felix, his chin just above my head.

"What are you talking about?" I scoffed and pulled his collar down.

"Why'd you call Marc 'gay' in a way to make it sound like an insult?" Felix just chuckled and forcefully removed my hand from his shirt. 

"Doesn't matter. Little G's going his own path." He began walking away, but I followed him as I spoke.

"So what if he is gay? Does that make him any less of a person?" Felix stopped walking abruptly, leaving me to almost run into him.

"I'm just saying it's-" He turned around to face me, his eyes filled with joy.

"Besides, you don't even know Marc! Who are you to say that to a stranger - in the 21st century, no less!"

"Are you done yet, doll?" He looked bored, and I felt my face grow warm from anger. 

I was about ready to launch myself at his throat, the only thing stopping me being a pair of hands holding back each of my arms. 

"Dude, chill out!"

"Girl, he is not worth it!" 

"Let go of me!" I was screaming, flailing my legs. I put all my weight and strength into my feet and jammed my feet into Alya and Nino's.

Once free, I ignored the cursing of Alya as I tackled Felix and punched him senseless. 

"Sam!" My eyes snapped to Ms. Bustier running towards me, followed by Alya and Nino with their heads down. I stood up and walked towards the teacher, my mind pounding from the adrenalin.

"Ms. Bustier, he-" Her blue eyes held only disappointment as she rushed to the boy's aid. 

"That is enough, please go to principle's office."

"But-"

"Sam, I think you should wait to talk to Mr. Damocles." The teacher was now helping Lila carry Felix to the nurse's office. 

"I didn't-" I gave up, walking sulkly to the office whilst the anger just boiled up inside me.

"Ah, a girl with so much anger for her friend, wanting people to get what they deserve. Fly away, my little akuma. Evilise this young soul!"

"I didn't do anything except stand up from my friend!" I was mumbling to Daizzi, observing nervously from my jacket pocket.

"Sam, I'm sure they'll understand that. The villains can't win as long as there is a hero fighting for what is right." I smiled to mask my unchanged anger as I attempted to control my stomping to the office. I knocked, and I was readying myself to enter when I felt an added weight to my bag. I froze, understanding what was going on.

"Nemesis, I grant you the power to allow people to experience the fate you feel they deserve. In return, I only ask for two small peices of jewelry. Can you do that, Doll?" I recognized the voice in my head, my heart pounding in my ear.

"Sam! You can fight it," Daizzi tried to encourage, but to no avail. I gave into the temptation and allowed the darkness to cover my eyes.

"I'm on it, Hawkmoth."

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Note from the Author:

THIS IS THE FIRST CHAPTER FOR THE SEQUEL! CHECK OUT THE OTHER STORY THAT FOLLOWS THE PEOPLE AFTER HER DEATH IN THE FUTURE. 

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