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"Dépêchez-vous, nous allons être en retard!" Maria's father, Adrien, called to her hurriedly. Maria paused to look at the older man with a shocked expression, "what did you just call me?!" She said in a mock-angry tone. Adrien snorted, "very funny. I said for you to hurry up. The taxi is here and we're [i]both[/i] going to be late for our first day." Maria let out a giggle before she quickly shoved the last bits and pieces of her art supplies and school books into her back before strutting out the door with a chuckling Adrien following closely behind. "Surely your French hasn't gotten [i]that[/i] bad. I mean, your English and Japanese are perfect .. But mostly because you watch those shitty cartoons all the time.." Maria elbowed her father as they walked towards the brightly coloured taxi in front of them. "It's called [i]anime[/i]. But to be honest, I'm not as into it as much anymore." Adrien sighed, "well, that's bad. Considering your mother probably has a basket full of different anime DVDs and mangos for you when she returns from Japan." Maria bit her lip to stop her from laughing. "It's manga, dad." He gave her a confused look before shrugging, "isn't that what I said?"

Squishing into the yellow vehicle, Adrien threw an arm over his daughters shoulder, hugging her close before mock-crying. "Ma petite fille est tout grandie!" which basically translated in English to 'my little girl is all grown up!'. Maria rolled her eyes and hugged her dad back lovingly. "Not yet, I still have a few more years left with you and mom." Adrien smiled, tilting his head in a 'yeah, I guess' sort of way. The two sat in silence for the rest of the drive, which took roughly 20 minutes. Maria loved living in New York. I mean, she loved living in Japan and France too, but the American lifestyle was truly for her - well she thought so anyway. Her mother thought she was more for the Japanese way of living, because of her polite and reserved nature. Her French father on the other hand, argued that Maria was more for French living, with her artistic talent and opened-mindededness. 

Buildings passed, as did her thoughts. Maria couldn't help her nervousness for her first day back. I mean, no one really talked to her, so that was a plus, but just being surrounded by so many people - she wondered how she managed to survive in New York for so long. Before she knew it, her father pulled her out of her daze with a kiss on her cheek. "This is me!" Maria waved as her father left the taxi to make his way into a particularly tall building. It was a Law firm. As the taxi started moving with the traffic, Maria watched as the building flew by and in what felt like a matter of seconds, she was facing the front of St. Clarence. Tossing the amount of money she owed the taxi driver, she said a small thank you and scooted over the leather seats of the vehicle before taking a step outside. 

Shutting the door behind her, the winter air was cool and crisp. Just how she liked it. Tucking a lock of her wavy dark haired behind her ear, Maria walked into the gates of her school. She managed to kill time sketching, but to be honest, she didn't really feel like drawing. Not in front of all these bozos anyway. Changing the song on her phone to [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jPulVb0rM3c]Swimmers by Broken Social Scene[/url], she figured this song would get her into a bit of a happier mood to be here, also it made her laugh listening to this particular band cause it reminded her of how much of a big fuckin' hipster she was when it came to music, Maria couldn't help but snort. She had been lucky to pause her song at the right time because at that very moment, the bell had rang. Picking up all of her belongings, she made her way to AP Psychology. 

She honestly had no idea why she chose that class, considering she was pretty much, well, shit at any sort of science, but the idea of learning about how people think and feel was kind of interesting. And she figured it'd help her if she ever took up writing. Walking into the class instantly made her stomach ache. There weren't a lot of people at the moment, but she knew the class would fill soon enough. She nodded to the teacher at the front and quietly made her way to her favourite seat [Seat 49]. It wasn't too far that she couldn't hear the teacher but it was far enough that she wouldn't get picked on in class. Also, she loved how the sunlight from the windows warmed her up. Letting out a happy sigh, Maria started unpacking her things, humming happily.