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I actually woke up on time the next day. I wasn't exactly excited to go back to the studio and being called "Crybaby" again, but I knew I had to go.

As I reached into the closet to grab a clean pair of tights and a fresh leotard, I saw the costume from last night. Memories flooded my mind...

What would be the harm in taking it? It's not like anyone would recognize it. I shoved the costume into my dance bag, below all of the regular dance supplies. I grabbed the pager off my desk and carefully placed it into the outside pocket of the bag.

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I made it to the studio, happy to find that no one was still talking about "Crybaby Marinette", but instead talking about how we were getting two new kids in class today.

"You will not believe who is joining our class today Marinette!" Alya exclaimed when I was tying my pointe shoes.

"Who?"

"You're going to scream."

"Just tell me who already Alya!" I laughed.

"Adrien. Agreste." Alya said, emphasizing each word.

"THE MODEL?!?!"

"I told you you were going to scream!"

She was right. Adrien Agreste was a super model for the dance wear magazine run by the owner of our studio. I've been a little bit obsessed with him ever since I joined the studio. I have pictures of him in my room, he's my computer wallpaper, and I may or may not have a schedule of his everyday activities.

"Alright class!" Ms. Bustier, our teacher, said. Ms. Bustier was our usual teacher, and since Master Fu wasn't here today, she had already announced that she would be teaching us for a while. "We have two new students today, lets all welcome Adrien and Nino!"

The two boys entered the room. Adrien waved to the class and gave a small smile. His green eyes shimmered like jewels, perfectly framed by his blond hair. He sat down his grey bag with the other students' bags and walked over to the warm up barre. He talked to who looked like his friend, the other new kid, Nino.

"Okay girl, close your mouth, you'll catch flies." Alya said, waking me from my trance.

"S-sorry." I said, closing my mouth, "It's just... He's..."

"Even cuter in person? Sure yeah. I get it. Come on! Let's go before all the good barre spots are taken!"

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We did our usual barre warm ups for about an hour, as normal. After that Ms. Bustier said we were going to hold one on ones. During one on ones the teacher picked two random students to do a combo against each other, and the remaining students would chose who did it best.

Today's one on one was Aurore Beauréal vs. Mireille Caquet.

Aurore was pretty, though I didn't really know her. She always wore a bright blue leotard had her long blond hair in pigtails. One thing I always noticed about her was that she always brought a parasol to class, even when it wasn't raining. Maybe she had sensitive skin or something.

Mireille was really nice, as far as I knew. She was super shy, and didn't have many friends.

Ms. Bustier turned on the stereo and started playing what I immediately recognized as Four Seasons. And so the ballet dance off began.

Aurore did the combo exactly how the teacher showed, but wouldn't move her face from the mirror and couldn't stop flashing a dazzling smile at herself. She danced well, but Mireille was better. She showed so much emotion while she danced, and added her own little flourishes to the choreography that added to the performance.

Ms. Bustier stopped the music once the two finished the combination. "Okay." she announced, "Who thinks Aurore should be the winner?"

A few hands went up in the crowd of remaining dancers.

"1...2...3...7!" Ms. Bustier counted the votes, "And who votes for Mireille?"

The remaining students shot their hands up, including me, some even applauded.

"Alright then!" Ms. Bustier announced, "Mireille wins!"

The students clapped respectfully. Mireille blushed and smiled.

Aurore was not as happy.

"WHAT?! UGH!" She exclaimed. She ran over to the dance bags and grabbed her own, along with her parasol, and stomped out of the room.

Ms. Bustier looked shocked. "Okay..." she said awkwardly, "Lets stop the one on ones for today."

And we continued with class.

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Aurore ran into the girls bathroom. She locked the door behind herself and screamed. She slammed her fists against the door in frustration.

Suddenly she saw a small piece of purple paper slide under the door. She looked down and picked it up.

It was a purple envelope with a purple butterfly sticker sealing it shut. Aurore ripped it open. It read...

"Dear Aurore,

My name is Hawkmoth and you are now Stormy Weather. I can help you get to the top of your ballet class, if in return you find out the true identities of Ladybug and Chat Noir, who have been using my studio as a club without my consent. In the back of the storage closet you will find a door, and a bag with your new identity in it waiting for you. If you accept, you will go now."

"I accept, Hawkmoth." Aurore said to no one in particular. She ran out of the bathroom and into the storage closet, where a purple bag with a neon purple symbol on it waiting for her by the door. She put on the costume from the inside and threw open the door, running down the steps into the club...

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We were just finishing up across the floor when someone's phone buzzed.

Ms. Bustier sighed, "What did I tell you kids about cell phones in class?" She said, placing her hands on her hips, "Who's is it?"

"It's mine!" Adrien said from across the room, raising his hand shyly, "So sorry Ms. Bustier." He ran over to his bag, checking his cell phone, "It's important, can I take this?"

Ms. Bustier rolled her eyes, "Fine. Everyone take a five minute water break."

And Adrien ran out of the room.

As soon as I opened my bag to get my water bottle out, I noticed that my pager was buzzing. "Um..." I said, as I fumbled with the buttons, finally picking the right one to make it stop buzzing. I had been challenged.

I raised my hand, "Ms. Bustier may I go to the bathroom?"

Ms. Bustier nodded.

I grabbed my bag and ran out of the room before Alya could ask me any questions.

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I had changed and was just starting to run down the stairs when I heard someone call my name (well, my name when I was in the costume)

"Ladybug!" the familiar voice said.

Chat Noir.

I turned around mid-step. Chat Noir and DJ N had just opened the door and were running after me.

"Ladybug I-" He started to say.

"Okay you two you've been challenged." DJ N interrupted him as he walked down the staircase, "You have 5 minutes to accept or I'm forced to give up your positions as champions," the DJ moved his headphones so they were on his ears, "I'll see you two on the dance floor." He pointed finger guns at us and ran down the rest of the stairs, grabbing a microphone from one of the tech assistants when he reached the bottom. As he entered the club he shouted into the mic, "Heyo Club Miraculous!"

"Come on Chat lets go." I said as I started to descend down the rest of the stairs.

"Ladybug wait I wanted to tell you I-"

"Chat we don't have time for this!"

"I just joined the studio. Because you told me you go there. I convinced DJ N to join too. I-I just wanted you to know."

"Okay silly kitty." I said. I shook my head and smiled at the ground. He was a really good friend wasn't he?

"Well, we've been challenged," Chat Noir said, regaining his cool, "Shall we my Lady?" He held out his hand for me to take.

I rolled my eyes, "Just try to keep up." I said. I ran down the rest of the stairs, Chat at my tail, and entered the club.

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"AND HERE ARE OUR CHAMPIONS; LADYBUG AND CHAT NOIR!" DJ N said as we entered the club. The crowd erupted with applause.

Chat Noir grabbed my hand and lifted ours up into the air, smiling. I glared at him, but he whispered to me, "Come on, they'll love it!"

The crowd parted for us and we walked out onto the dance floor.

"AND ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DANCE FLOOR! THE CHALLENGER; STORMY WEATHER!!!"

Our opponent walked out from the crowd.

She had dark purple hair with brighter purple highlights, tied back into two pigtails. She wore a dark purple long sleeve t-shirt with white highlights going up the sleeves forming lightning bolts on her shoulders. A white lightning bolt was on the center of her shirt. She had a small skirt that blended into her shirt and formed coat tails behind her as she walked. She had matching leggings, and white shoes.

But what I really noticed, was the dark purple umbrella she held in her hand.

Twin pigtails... and an umbrella... Aurore?

The crowd booed and hissed.

"All right Stormy Gal! Show your stuff!"

Stormy Weather did high kicks and low slides. She jumped around and span... all while flashing a dazzling smile. This was definitely Aurore.

She showed no emotion, she just did it like a robot. That's how I knew we would win.

The music quieted down and Stormy Weather posed.

"And now for our champions; Ladybug and Chat Noir!"

The music pounded in my ears.

Time to dance.

I let it all out. All my emotions. The anger from years of being teased by Chloé, the sadness of only having Alya as a friend, and the happiness of finding this place, and my new friends, Chat Noir and DJ N.

In the end I ended up spinning and spinning on my toes, and landing in Chat's arms. He caught me and dipped me, smirking.

"LADYBUG! CHAT NOIR! LADYBUG! CHAT NOIR!" The crowd chanted.

I stood and turned to Stormy Weather. "Looks like you've been beaten again, Aurore."

Stormy Weather screamed in anger. She wiped the mask of makeup off of her face, revealing her true identity. She stomped through the crowd, leaving her purple umbrella behind on the dance floor.

"AND OUR CHAMPS KEEP THEIR TITLE ANOTHER NIGHT!" The DJ exclaimed.

The crowd erupted into cheers and hollers.

I pulled my pager out of my pocket. '8:47' it flashed. I had 13 minutes before I was expected at home.

"I gotta go!" I exclaimed.

I pushed through the crowd and ran up the staircase.

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I made it home just in time. I was already changed and in bed before my mom could see me in my costume.

I slid into bed and set my alarm, hoping I could get some sleep before the next day, but thoughts kept seeping into my mind. Adrien is in my class! My class! This was going to be a great summer.