Marinette Dupain-Cheng: A Short Story

Marinette Dupain-Cheng always perceived herself as a girl who had her head up in the clouds. Marinette always found herself in the make-believe world she fabricated through her dreams. It was a perfect illusion of an animated fairy tale: Wizards, Goblins, and a handsome blond prince. Marinette giggled giddily like a schoolgirl when the face of the pretty boy came alive on her paper. Marinette drew him in exact detail; she made an extra effort to extract out his outfit. He had on a royal, thick robe, and imagined it was soft as a baby’s blanket. A caress whisper blew in her ear to gaze at his eyes. Marinette almost found them animalistic; like a cat who prowled itself in the jungle. The color green glittered itself in Marinette’s mind, which
Marinette glared at Alya before their teacher made a dramatic cough to gain Marinette’s divine attention. All color drained from Marinette’s face when the whole class stared at her like she was on trial.

“Now that you are back on Earth with us, Miss Dupain-Cheng. Can you please tell us why the prince always kisses the princess in a fairy tale?” Madame Bustier inquired with a hint of amusement.

“Because only love conquers hate,” Marinette retorted strongly because she knew her fairy tales by heart.

“Very good, Marinette,” Madame Bustier said with a small smile as the bell rang.

“Don’t forget to finish your Collab of Fairytales’ assignment with your partner that’s due on Monday. Have a good weekend class!” Madame Bustier exclaimed before the students ran out of the classroom like cattle.

Alya put her hand on Marinette’s shoulder and gave her a knowing grin. “Well girl, I know you have tons of fairytale books that you store in that tower of yours. Any suggestion of fairytales we could use for our project, oh fantasy one?” Alya asked
Usually every morning before school; Marinette would spend her time at the library, but it was more like her private sanctuary. Marinette preferred to go in the early mornings because it wasn’t as crowded. Sometimes Marinette would imagine the library was hers, and that it was part of of an enchanted castle. Yes, Marinette knew she had a prodigious imagination, and that her fantasies were quite childish at times. However, she didn’t care because it made her happy to live in blissful ignorance.

Marinette smiled in content when they walked out of the confined school building. Rain drops started to fall down the sky, which her best friend grimaced at because Alya hated the rain. As for Marinette; she enjoyed the rain because it reminded her of a boy who shared his umbrella with her when she was a little kid. Marinette couldn’t remember his face, but she could still reminisce the encounter. It probably pursued her ten-year-old fantasy that princes really do exist. The way he did that chivalrous act was pretty princely to her, given by some of the snot face boys she encountered with throughout her young