Evie scanned the halls of Françoise Dupont with a cool facade. Why was she so jittery? It was probably just the fact that these were unfamiliar halls and slightly smaller than she was used to, plus all the French students around.

She suddenly heard wheels in the hall, and then saw a student with a red hat, caramel skin, and glasses riding down the hall on a skateboard.

She quickly dodged out of the way, and shot him a glare as he stopped next to a blonde boy.

She then glanced at her map, and ducked into the classroom she labeled as her first period.

Several faces looked up as she entered, and she halted.

A blondie in the front wearing a yellow jacket and a striped shirt with her hair in a half-up do looked her over critically.

“Ah. Evie. You're here.” a redhead woman said in the front, who Evie assumed was the teacher. “Why don’t you introduce yourself?”

“Ah.. alright,” Evie said, shoving down her un-necessary nervous emotions.

“My name is Evangelian Tyson. Evie for short. Nice to meet you all.” Evie said simply.

There was suddenly a gasp from the first-row seat on the left.

“Evangelion Typson? As in THE Evangelion Typson? As in the star of the hit live-action show Child of Eternity?!” the blondie suddenly exclaimed, eyes wide in amazement.

Evie however, froze and cringed as she was recognized for her Acting career of all things.

“Uh-yes,” she said, adjusting her glasses.

There were several gasps, one specifically from a caramel-skinned girl wearing a plaid shirt, and who also had glasses. The girl pulled out her phone and seemed to start recording.

“Amazing! When’s your next movie releasing?” the girl beamed.

"That's quite enough, everyone." the teacher interrupted. "Thank you for your introduction, Evie. That said, there should be one more new student." the teacher announced, looking over at the doorway. Evie did the same, and rose her eyebrows slightly with surprise as she saw it was a somewhat familiar girl with curly red hair, tightly clenching a leash attached to a service dog.

"and here she is right now!" the teacher said brightly.`

The girl slowly walked into the room, emanating nervousness.

"oh! it's Kyreena." somebody commented. wh...who? Everybody was looking at the other new girl with wide eyes, but the name didn't ring any bells.

"Kyreena, would you like to introduce yourself?" the teacher asked.

the girl apparently named Kyreena nodded politely.

"He-Hello, my name is Kyreena Parker, but please just call me Kyri, and this is Holly, my service dog." Kyri stuttered. "This is my first day of public school and most of you may know me for my songs, but I also like reading and photography."

she paused for a bit, then added quietly, "That's all."

"Thank you, girls, sit wherever you'd like." the teacher said to Kyri and Evie.

As said, Evie awkwardly went up the row and began to sit on the back left, before the blonde girl grabbed her arm, and dragged her to the first row on the left to sit together with a jumpy-looking redhead.

"I'm Chloé Bourgeois, the Daughter of the mayor of pairs," the blonde said, pressing a hand against her chest to signify that she was talking about herself, already pretty obvious if you asked Evie. "we're both rich. we should totally be friends, E.T.!" Chloé put an arm around Evie's shoulders with a friendly smile.

“For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Mrs. Bustier…” the teacher said, voice fading to the background.

"-don't call me that. ever." Evie said flatly, shrugging Chloé off of her.

Chloé's expression soured, before a smile reappeared on her face. "whatever, Et. we're going to be besties." Chloé said purposefully, before leaning over to the redhead. "this is Sabrina Raincomprix. She's my underling. feel free to empty your bag load onto her." Chloé said, gesturing towards Sabrina.

Evie raised her eyebrows, before saying, "No thank you. why do you want to be friends anyways?"

"Oh. well, I figured it was obvious. you're an actress and I'm the mayor's daughter. We'd be perfect. plus, you're rich, I'm rich. we're both better than these utterly ridiculous underlings."

Evie thought for a moment about the idea of being friends with a random rich girl from an entirely different country, who seemingly saw herself as better than everyone. well, maybe she could help this girl get to the root of her... issues. "Fine, sure. But only if you stop acting like a snob. oh also, stop saying utterly ridiculous. it's cringe, and not very cultured."

~~~

(Music theory)

“–we’ll start by seeing what you all know on the recorder. Marinette, if you would?” Mrs. Bustier asked, gesturing towards a bluenette girl sitting next to the girl in the plaid shirt who questioned Evie earlier.

Panic seemed to flash through her eyes, and Evie looked over at Chloé, who was somewhat cackling. “Just watch, Et. This is gonna be good.”

Marinette nervously walked up to the front holding an instrument case, then slid the recorder out.

The girl blew into the instrument, and the screeching sound that came out somehow resembled feedback from a microphone. Evie pressed her hands to her ears in a wince, as did most of the students. A redhead in the back looked like he fainted. The girl in plaid simply gave Marinette an awkward thumbs up.

“What was that? A dog whistle?” Evie muttered.

~~~

(Dance)

Evie stood on a beam in a dance uniform.

Why did father need to choose performing arts for physical education? Sure she needed to know how to dance for movies and stuff. But it was hugely annoying.

She did a cartwheel and then flipped off the end of the beam, landing perfectly on the ground. Why were people clapping? It wasn’t even that impressive.

“Great job, Evie!” Mrs. Bustier clapped, then looked down at her clipboard. “Next up, Marinette.”

The bluenette in the crowd of other girls cringed and nervously stepped up to the beam, and began to make the movements, cartwheeling and then flipping at the end as Evie had done. But instead of landing precisely, Evie winced as the girl landed with a thud, splayed out on the ground.

~~~

(Chemistry)

Evie precisely poured two chemicals into a beaker and waited with anticipation for the reaction. The beaker puffed a small mushroom cloud of teal gas, but that was about it. She huffed in disappointment.

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Chemistry is supposed to make huge explosions. Couldn’t that have been a little bit more interesting?

Then suddenly a wave of green gas hit her, knocking her lab goggles sideways a bit.

The explosion had stemmed from Marinette’s quadrant of the room.

She shouldn’t be surprised at this point…

“Marinette, I'm so gonna–” Chloé cut off as Evie gave her a look, and she silently closed her mouth.

“That was so cool!” the girl in the plaid exclaimed. They had done class name-learning exercises in Mrs. Bustier’s class, but she had immediately forgotten everyone’s names. As is typical, if you asked Evie.

“Marinette. You're going to clean that up right now!” Mrs. Mendalev scolded.

~~~

After the rest of a boring science class, Evie, Kyri, and Sabrina were walking to lunch, when Chloé spotted a certain blue-haired pigtailed girl.

“Chloé…” Evie said warningly.

“Oh come on, Et. I'm just going to scare her a little bit. Watch this.” Chloé said, heading over to Marinette, who just opened her locker.

Chloé immediately slammed it closed, startling the pigtailed girl. “Hey, Marinetta! Why don’t we braid each other’s hair after school? Then, I could strangle you with it! How does that sound?”

“Wait, is that another girl wearing an Agreste sweater?” marinette asked, pointing at Kyri.

“Who dares?!” Chloé asked, looking around until her enraged gaze landed on the girl with poofy red hair

The girl waved awkwardly, and Evie sighed in exasperation at Chloé’s antics.

While the blonde was distracted, Marinette slinked away into a crowd of other students.

Chloé looked back to see Marinette slipping away, and growled. “You won’t escape me, Marinetta.”

Kyri grabbed Chloé by the shoulder. “Chloé, you're scaring her.” she protested.

Like that was going to work on an entitled rich kid…

“This is the way things are in school, new girl.” the blonde said simply. “Either you're with the Elite, or you get crushed underfoot. Choose carefully which one you want to be. Unless you think I should scare her more.”

“What? No! N-n-n-n-n-No! I-I think you're doing fine, no need to scare her more!” Kyri stammered.

From Evie’s vantage, she saw Chloé smile and continue chasing Marinette.

“Tell Chloé I had to head for fencing class,” Kyri said, before running off.

“Classes don’t start for another two hours, and it’s lunch break!” Evie called after her. No use though, because the redhead had already rounded the corner.

Evie growled under her breath and fast walked after Chloé.

She was going to use the extra lunch break time to study geology, but it seemed she now had a friend to babysit.

~~~

Evie silently sat down next to Kyreena, who had just finished up a call with somebody when she entered the lunch room, and pulled out her own phone, checking notifications.

Curious, she opened the news as Chloé sat down next to the other girls, and questioned Kyri.

What’s this?

Evie audibly sighhhhhhhed, and snorted. Why did everything with her in it need to get on the news?

The newest headline was titled: Singer Kyreena Parker saves Actress Evangelian Typson from an on-coming truck

“Why did you sigh so deeply?” Chloé asked.

Evie just showed the girls her phone screen and played the news broadcast from a couple of hours ago.

“We just got video feed of Kyreena Parker here in Paris, risking her life for Evangelian Typson,” a short-haired lady said as a video of Kyri running into the street to save Evie played beside her in the broadcast.

“I’m Nadja Chamack, don’t be bemused, it’s just the news.”

“Wait, Kyri, you're a singer?” Evie blinked.

“Are you serious?!?!?!?” Chloé almost yelled with wide eyes. “Kyreena is like- the most well-known American teenage singer!”

At the sheer level of volume, people started looking curiously over at their table.

“Chloé, pl-please be a bit quieter,” Kyri mumbled.

“Why?” Chloé asked incredulously. “There’s nothing to be quiet about.”

“Some people don’t like announcing their achievements for the whole world to hear.” Evie muttered.

“Well, that’s just utterly ridiculous!”

“I…I'm gonna go. M-ms. Mendalev wanted me for something.” Kyreena said quickly, getting up and walking away with her lunchbox.

Evie sighed and picked at her own tray of food. Today the cafeteria was serving a main meal by the name of ‘Beef Bourguignon’, made out of cut-up beef. On the same plate was a salad of sorts made out of seasoned tomatoes and diced vegetables. On another plate, there was sliced bread and butter as a side dish.

As a sort of ‘desert’, she had a helping of a few fruits such as kiwi and a few oranges. It was a very… odd selection, considering she was from London anyways. The lunches they served were very different.

Evie mindlessly picked up the kiwi and took a bite, but froze when she noticed Chloé’s stunned face staring at her.

“What?” she deadpanned.

“Why did you eat it with the skin?” Chloé demanded.

“Uh… because it’s good? Eating it without the skin, now that’s a sin.” Evie bluntly stated. Taking another bite.

“That’s disgusting, Et.”

“M-hm,” she muttered, finishing up the kiwi and quickly shoveling down the rest of her lunch. She wanted to study geology before lunch break was over.

~~~

Evie groaned and walked out of the front entrance of the school. The day was over. Finally, That felt like a never-ending nightmare.

“There you are, Et. Do you want to walk home together?” Chloé asked, looking up from her nails.

“Would, but I can’t. I need to meet my chauffeur a block from here to take me back to the seventh arrondissement. Walking back to the neighborhood at the foot of the Eiffel Tower would take more than two hours.”

Chloé shrugged but then smirked suddenly.

“Hey, Marinetta! Why don’t I walk you home? Chloé asked innocently, walking threateningly towards a Marinette who was currently backing away.

“G-gotta run!” the bluenette stuttered, backing up quickly, and bumping into a boy with black hair fading to teal. “Sorry! Sorry.'' The girl apologized profusely as she ran away into the crowd beyond.

“Friends don’t run from friends who hate them!” Chloé said gleefully, handing Sabrina her bag to hold as she chased Marinette.

Soon enough all three girls disappeared into the crowd next to the very same street Kyri had saved Evie from this morning.

Evie exasperatedly rubbed her eyes and gave the boy with teal hair an apologetic glance, before walking after the others.

Marinette ran across the street and almost got hit by a car once, twice, narrowly dodged a vespa, and then got hit slightly by a third car.

“I just want to have a nice screaming exchange like two civilized teenagers!” Chloé yelled.

When the way was clear, Evie booked across the street and after Marinette.

A few corners down, she saw an old Chinese man chasing after… something. Two pinkish-red lights flying toward Marinette? Wait, was that…

“watch out!" Evie yelled as she saw him running across the street. The thing he was chasing, he finally caught. But just then, she noticed a semi-truck hurtling towards him. Without a second thought, Marinette bolted across the street and grabbed him, pulling him out of harm's way just in time. The semi-truck rushed past them, honking loudly. Marinette was sprinting to the other side of the street when a car that would have run them both over stopped just in time.

Everyone on the sidelines cheered.

Evie peered closely and saw the pinkish-red glowing things land in Marinette’s backpack. Then glanced at her own necklace, then back over to the scene. When the walking light was green, she approached the scene to hear the unfolding conversation. That was!

Uncle fu?

“-come with me! Now! The world is in danger.” Uncle Fu raved on.

“Okay… you seem fine…” Marinette said awkwardly.

“Marinetta!” Chloé called from the sidewalk.

Marinette cringed. “Gotta go!” she said quickly, helping fu up and then running away. Chloé and Sabrina passed the car that had stopped in the middle of the street, but Evie continued to stand there. The world was in danger?

“Hold on!” Uncle Fu called after Marinette. “Who saves a life saves the world!”

So much happening all at once.

Evie was left standing there alone. She couldn't afford to get wrapped up in some dangerous thing right now.

"So, the world is in danger?" she muttered to herself, raising an eyebrow. "Interesting."

I'm going to be in more danger than the world then if I don’t get home on time.

Fudge. Where even am I right now? I got totally turned around.