Marinette's Narrative Fiction

The young bluenette stared longingly outside her window, which reflected back her small town of Annel. Marinette Dupain-Cheng settled her tentative hand on the window as she watched her home flew by her like a radiant flash from a camera. Marinette always found herself enraptured by her town because it reminded her of an animated picture book. The buildings were colorful like crayons, flowers bloomed like it belonged to a Fae court, and it had a fairy tale atmosphere by its miraculous persona.

Marinette felt out of place on the train. Most of the passengers must have been Parisians, given by their eccentric clothing. The make-up the women wore made them glitter like diamond rings. Their skirts were quite short, which made Marinette blush like a virtue nun. What really compelled her attention was the magic. Not a lot of wizards settled on small towns in France; they preferred buzzing cities, particularly Paris for that matter. Paris was the City of Miraculous Magic.
Her mother was human while her dad was a wizard. Her father had actually grown up in Paris, but said it was quite dangerous for a half wizard and human to live there. On the other hand, it was probably because his family disowned him for marrying a human. A bile taste came in Marinette’s mouth as she pondered over the Dupain family. Marinette hoped throughout her summer in Paris; she wouldn’t have the horrendous honor to meet those stuck up snot