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MidReal Story
Lycan And Shifter Kings
Scenario:My name is Misty and my Identical twin Sister is Marinette and This is the frist time meeting her and I am actualy scared because i hold the miraculous of the Wolf and Fox and she is in love with Adrian and I like Luca and we both play the Guitar and I just found out that Marinette and Luca used to be dating and honistly i am terrified of Marinette when she is Mad because I ran into her at school literaly and she almost pushed me down the stairs before Adrian stopped her and when I am in class people stare at how simaler we look but the only change between is is our hair she has pig tails while I have my hair down and it is long but we both have Blue hair
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Misty
She is an aspiring musician with a passion for music and guitar playing. She is anxious, determined, and introspective. Misty discovers that her identical twin sister Marinette has been dating her exboyfriend, Luca. Misty is terrified of Marinette, who holds a miraculous pendant that gives her supernatural strength. Their encounter at school escalates tension as people stare at their striking similarities, further isolating Misty.
Adrian
He is a charismatic figure with a complicated past with both Misty and Marinette. He is charming, influential, and enigmatic. Adrian unknowingly becomes entangled in the rivalry between his exgirlfriend Marinette and current girlfriend Misty after revealing his previous relationship with Marinette to Misty. His interactions with both sisters reveal his charm but also create tension and uncertainty for Misty.
Classroom Environment
The setting is a school environment where tension flares between identical twins Misty and Marinette. People stare at their striking similarities, hinting at an underlying sibling rivalry. The presence of Adrian and Luca adds complexity to their dynamic, revealing past connections and escalating animosity.
I was walking down the stairs when I saw her.
My heart skipped a beat.
I froze in my spot and stared at her in horror.
She looked just like me, with the only difference being her hair.
She had it tied up in pigtails, while I had it down.
We both had Blue hair, but with different styles.
She had a small smile on her face as she talked to him, Adrian.
I couldn't look away from them.
I was too shocked to even move my eyes away from them.
She looked happy, and that made my heart ache even more.
I couldn't believe that Marinette, my identical twin sister, was here in the same school as me.
I was too scared to even move my eyes from her, so I didn't even noticed that she stopped talking to Adrian and stared at me.
Her eyes widened in shock as she took in my appearance.
I heard Adrian ask her what was wrong, but she didn't answer him.
She kept on staring at me, and I could feel her hatred towards me through her gaze.
I gulped nervously as she started walking toward me.
My heart skipped a beat when I saw the pendant around her neck.
The Fox Miraculous glowed brightly as she walked toward me with hatred in her eyes.
I didn't wait to see what she would do to me.
I hurried down the hallway, not even bothering to look back.
I could hear her calling my name, but I didn't stop running.
I had to find a place to hide.
I turned the corner and saw a sign that said 'Classroom 3B'.
I knew that was my class, so I hurried down the hallway until I found the classroom.
I slipped inside and made my way to the last desk in the corner of the room.
The classroom was empty, and it looked bigger than it did when there were students in it.
I sat down on my chair and pulled out my notebook.
I pretended to study while my hands shook.
A few minutes later, students started coming into the classroom.
They were all chattering among themselves as they walked in.
Some of them glanced at me, but they quickly looked away when they realized that they couldn't tell which twin they were seeing.
I slouched down in my seat and let my hair fall forward like a curtain. A few minutes later, the teacher walked into the classroom with a clipboard in her hand.
She walked over to her desk and set her clipboard down before looking up at us.
"Okay everyone, let's get started," she said as she picked up her clipboard again.
"Let's start with roll call. When I call your name, please say here."
She started calling out names, and when someone's name was called, they would say 'here' so she knew they were in class.
My stomach tightened as she got closer to calling out my name.
I knew that Marinette's name would be right after mine because we both have the same last name.
"Adrian Agreste," she said as she looked up at Adrian who was sitting in the front row of seats.
"Here," he said as he raised his hand slightly. "Misty Dupain-Cheng," she said as she looked around the room for me.
"Here," I said softly as I raised my hand slightly.
She nodded before moving on to Marinette's name.
"Marinette Dupain-Cheng," she called, her eyes scanning the room.
"Here," Marinette replied, her voice steady as she stood up, eyes locked onto mine.
Adrian turned in his seat, confusion etched on his face. "Wait, you two know each other?"
I stared at my desk, unable to meet his questioning gaze.
The silence stretched, and I could feel the weight of everyone's eyes on us.
Marinette's chair scraped against the floor as she stood up, her Fox Miraculous catching the fluorescent lights.
"She's my identical twin sister," she announced to the class, her voice carrying a bitter edge.
"Though she only found out three weeks ago."
Whispers erupted around us.
I gripped my Wolf Miraculous under my shirt, feeling its warmth against my skin.
Adrian's eyes widened as he looked between us, taking in our matching blue hair and facial features.
The teacher cleared her throat, trying to regain control of the class.
"Okay, let's settle down. Marinette, please take your seat."
Marinette hesitated, her gaze still fixed on me.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Adrian asked, his voice a mix of hurt and curiosity.
"I... I didn't know how," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
When the final bell rings, I rush out of the classroom before anyone can stop me.
I can't bear to face Marinette or Adrian right now.
Their stares and whispers have left a burning sensation in my chest.
I make my way through the bustling hallways, weaving past students who are laughing and talking about their plans for the weekend.
Once I'm outside, I take a deep breath of the crisp Parisian air.
The Eiffel Tower looms in the distance, its iron latticework gleaming in the fading sunlight.
I follow my usual path along the Seine, passing by street performers and vendors selling fresh flowers and baguettes.
Eventually, I reach my favorite spot—a quiet corner where stone steps lead down to the water.
The river's gentle lapping against the shore provides a soothing melody.
I sit on the lowest step, pulling out my acoustic guitar from its worn case.
My fingers instinctively find their way to the familiar chords, and I begin to play a melancholy tune that echoes off the water. The music washes over me like a balm, calming my racing thoughts and soothing the ache in my heart.
As I play, I close my eyes and let myself get lost in the rhythm of the river and the vibrations of the strings beneath my fingertips.
Time seems to slip away as I lose myself in the music.
I'm so absorbed that I don't notice someone approaching until a shadow falls across my guitar.
Opening my eyes, I find a tall boy with dyed blue hair standing over me.
He has a guitar case slung across his back, and a gentle smile plays on his lips.
I'm taken aback by his sudden presence, but there's something about his calm demeanor that puts me at ease.
"Sorry for startling you," he says, his voice carrying a musical lilt that matches the remnants of my song still hanging in the air.
"I didn't mean to interrupt."
My fingers tighten around the neck of my guitar as I take in his features.
He has a unique style, with a black leather jacket and ripped jeans that contrast with the softness of his expression.
There's an air of quiet confidence about him that intrigues me.
"It's okay," I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper.
"You're not interrupting anything important."
The boy nods thoughtfully, his gaze drifting to the river below us.
"It's beautiful here," he remarks, his voice filled with genuine appreciation.
"The sound of the water and the way the sunlight reflects off the surface... it's like nature's own symphony."
I find myself smiling slightly at his poetic description.
It's clear that he understands the allure of this spot. He pauses for a moment before turning his attention back to me.
"I'm Luca," he says, extending a hand towards me.
"I couldn't help but notice your music. It's really beautiful."
I hesitate for a moment before taking his hand, feeling a spark of electricity as our palms touch.
"Thanks," I reply softly, unsure of how much to reveal about myself.
"I'm Misty."
Luca's eyes widen slightly at the mention of my name, but he maintains his smile.
"Nice to meet you, Misty," he says, releasing my hand and taking a step back.
"I'll let you get back to your music. Maybe I'll see you around sometime?"
I nod mutely as he turns and walks away, disappearing into the crowd of passersby along the Seine.
Walking away from the Seine, I drag my feet toward the family bakery.
My guitar case feels heavier on my shoulder than usual, weighed down by the emotions that still linger from the encounter with Luca.
As I approach the bakery, I can see Mom and Dad working behind the counter through the large glass window.
They wave enthusiastically when they notice me, and I muster a weak smile in return.
Pushing open the door, the bell above it jingles, announcing my presence.
The aroma of freshly baked bread and pastries envelops me, making my stomach growl with hunger.
"Hey, kiddo!" Dad greets me as I step inside.
"How was your first day?"
I shrug, not wanting to delve into the details of Marinette's revelation in front of them.
"It was fine," I say nonchalantly.
"Just dropping by to say hi."
Mom's face lights up with excitement as she wipes her flour-covered hands on her apron.
"Oh, why don't you stay for dinner? We can make something special."
I shake my head regretfully.
"I can't. Marinette has rules about me not going beyond the bakery."
Dad's expression turns pained at the mention of his estranged daughter's name, but he doesn't argue with me.
"Okay, just be careful out there," he says, his voice tinged with concern.
I nod and turn to leave, knowing that lingering too long will only lead to more questions and awkwardness. As I walk out of the bakery, I make my way to Hotel Le Grand Paris where Zoe is waiting for me in her room on the top floor.
She opens the door with a bright smile as soon as I knock.
"Misty! Come in!"
Zoe leads me to her plush bed and motions for me to sit down.
She picks up a brush from her vanity and begins braiding my hair into intricate patterns.
"So, how was school?" she asks as she works her magic on my hair.
I sigh and lean back against the pillows, letting her gentle touch soothe my frazzled nerves.
"It was... interesting," I admit, choosing my words carefully.
"I met someone today. His name is Luca."
Zoe's eyes light up with curiosity as she continues braiding my hair.
"Ooh, tell me more!"
I hesitate for a moment before recounting my encounter with Luca by the Seine.
The next morning, I arrive at school early, eager to avoid any more confrontations.
I make my way to the classroom and slide into my usual seat near the back.
A few students are already there, chatting quietly among themselves.
As more students trickle in, the whispers start again, following me like a shadow.
When Ms. Bustier enters the room, she begins roll call.
I grip my pencil tightly, dreading the moment she calls my name.
She reads off the list of familiar names: Adrian Agreste, Alya Césaire, Chloé Bourgeois...
Finally, she reaches mine.
"Misty Dupain-Cheng," she says, pausing for a moment as if expecting someone else to answer.
The room falls silent as twenty-four pairs of eyes turn to stare at me.
Some look confused, others suspicious or even hostile.
Alya leans over to Nino and whispers something in his ear.
Rose and Juleka exchange glances from across the room.
Chloe snickers from her seat near the front.
I sink lower in my chair, wishing I could disappear into it.
Just as I'm about to lose myself in the sea of stares, Marinette stands up from her seat, her voice steady and clear.
"Everyone, stop it," she says firmly, her gaze sweeping across the room.
"There's something you all need to know about Misty."
I sink deeper into my chair as her words hang in the air.
My fingers begin tracing nervous patterns on the desk, but I can't stop them.
Thirty pairs of eyes bore into me, making my skin crawl.
Chloe's snickering grows louder from the front row.
Adrian turns around, his green eyes filled with concern, but I can't meet his gaze.
The fluorescent lights above seem too bright, making me squint.
My long blue hair falls forward like a curtain, shielding my face as I hunch my shoulders.
Marinette takes a deep breath, her eyes never leaving mine.
"Misty is my sister," she announces, her voice unwavering.
A collective gasp ripples through the room, and I feel the weight of their stares shift from suspicion to shock.
Marinette continues, "She's also an incredibly talented musician. She plays the guitar."
Ms. Bustier's eyes light up with interest.
"Really? That's wonderful! We could use some music in class. Misty, would you mind coming to the front and playing something for us?"
My legs feel heavy as I stand up, clutching my guitar case tightly.
Every step feels like a struggle as I make my way to the front of the room, aware of every eye following me.
I place my guitar case on the desk and carefully open it, revealing my acoustic guitar.
It's a familiar weight in my arms as I take it out.
I run my fingers over the strings, feeling a small sense of comfort.
The guitar is an extension of me, a way to express emotions that words can't convey.
I strum a few tentative chords, letting the music fill the room.
Ms. Bustier smiles warmly at me.
"That sounds beautiful, Misty. Do you have a song prepared?"
I nod nervously and begin to play.
The melody flows from my fingers like water, filling the room with its sweet sound. Nino gets up from his seat and walks toward me, holding his phone in his hand.
He shows me a picture of sheet music on the screen.
The notes dance across the page in a familiar pattern.
It's one of those popular songs everyone knows but never remembers the name of.
I recognize it immediately, having heard it countless times on the radio.
Nino gives me a reassuring smile and says, "Can you play this one?"
I nod again, taking a deep breath to steady myself.
I position my fingers on the frets according to the notes on the screen and begin to play.
As I start playing the song, the familiar melody fills the room, and a few students begin to hum along.
Adrian leans forward in his seat, his eyes locked on me as he says, "You're really good, Misty. I didn't know Marinette had a sister who could play like that."
Marinette smiles softly from her seat and adds, "There's a lot you don't know about us yet."
I clutch my guitar tighter as the last notes of the first song fade away.
Rose raises her hand excitedly, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm.
"Misty, can you play another one?"
I hesitate for a moment before nodding.
I choose the challenging piece I've been practicing alone for months.
It's a song that made headlines last year, but no one has been able to replicate its intricate melody.
My fingers move automatically across the frets, recreating the hauntingly beautiful tune.
The classroom falls silent as the music envelops everyone.
Alya's jaw drops in amazement while Nino stops recording on his phone.
Even Marinette looks stunned, her eyes wide with disbelief.
Chloe breaks the silence, her voice cutting through the quiet like a knife.
"This is it! This is Misery's signature song that no one has ever been able to play!"
I stop playing abruptly and look directly at my stunned classmates.
I grip my guitar tighter as the class leans forward, straining to hear my mumbled confession.
Chloe's voice cuts through the room, demanding, "Speak up! We can't hear you!"
But my voice feels trapped in my throat, unable to escape.
Rose's gentle voice breaks the tension, "Misty, can you also do the vocal part?"
I take a deep breath and position my fingers on the frets once more.
The familiar melody fills the room as I begin to sing softly.
My classmates' eyes widen in surprise as they recognize the song.
Just then, Principal Damocles appears in the doorway, his stern expression a sign that he's not pleased with our impromptu music session.
But instead of stopping me, I continue playing, my voice growing stronger with each note.
Principal Damocles clears his throat, but there's a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
"That's quite the performance, Misty," he says, crossing his arms.
"Where did you learn to play like that?"
I lower my guitar and meet his questioning gaze.
My fingers still rest on the warm wood as the last note fades away.
The silence stretches between us until I clear my throat to respond.
"I've been playing since I was a kid," I explain, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Mostly in my room, alone. I practice every day."
Principal Damocles raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.
"And that song you played, did you compose it yourself?"
I nod slowly, my grip on the guitar tightening.
"Yeah, it took me a few late nights to figure it out. I worked through each chord progression and melody line until it sounded right."
Some of my classmates gasp at this revelation, but Marinette's eyes narrow slightly, as if she recognizes something in me that others don't.
Principal Damocles pulls out a bright blue flyer from his jacket pocket and hands it to me.
"The Annual Paris College Talent Show," he announces, tapping the paper.
"We need more musical acts."
My fingers tremble slightly as I take the flyer, scanning the details.
Next Friday evening in the auditorium.
Suddenly, Marinette appears at my side, her presence causing the air to shift.
She snatches the paper from my hands and studies it with a cold smile.
Then, she turns to Principal Damocles.
"I'll be performing too," she declares.
"With Luca."
My heart sinks as she crumples the flyer and drops it at my feet.
The principal beams, oblivious to the tension between us.
Marinette's voice is steady, but there's a challenge in her eyes.
"Let's see who really deserves the spotlight, Misty."
I swallow hard, feeling the weight of her words as the room buzzes with anticipation.
I bend down and carefully retrieve the crumpled flyer from the floor, every eye in the classroom on me.
My fingers work methodically to smooth out each wrinkle while my heart pounds.
The paper, once crinkled, now reveals its details.
Solo and duet categories.
Prize money for the winners.
And a special performance at the mayor's charity gala next month.
Standing tall, I meet Marinette's cold stare.
Principal Damocles watches expectantly, his arms crossed.
I grip my guitar with one hand and hold up the flattened flyer with the other.
"Challenge accepted, Marinette," I say, my voice steadier than I feel.
