Chapter 6: Really?

"What dream?" The boys ask. I just nod to Alya. Shock shows on their faces.

"Marinette, just don't listen to them okay," I just nod while continuing my work. The bell ring and Mr. Damocles walks in.

"Students, you will be having a sub today. This is Mr. Fu," Mr. Damocles introduces a elder man.

"Hello, students. I am Mr. Fu, and I will be subbing you all today," Mr. Fu says and Mr. Damocles leaves.

"Great, we are being taught by an old man, who probably knows nothing," Chloe states.

"Lady in the second row, who is sewing," He calls up to me totally ignoring Chloe.

"Yes, Sir," I say putting down my project.

"I have philosophical question. Will you be willing to try and help me with it? It have troubled me for a while," He asks.

"Sure, sir," not knowing what else to say.

"Do you have free will?"

"What kind of question is that," Chloe asks.

"Sir, I believe that we do have free will. Free will is the ability to make your own choices. If you are making the choice to not understand something then you have free will, in fact, I believe just willingly answering your question is a matter of free will. I didn't actually have to, even though it would have been super rude," I answer Mr. Fu, causing the whole class to laugh at Chloe for being ignored twice.

"Thank you miss, I ask you that because you seem to be very busy, yet you are here in this class still willing to learn some information without bring someone down," He says.

"Yes, but some might see that as un-optional," I point out.

"That is a fact, and with that. Why are you here? Is it because you have to or because you want to?"

"A bit of both, Sir. I mean if I had my usual schedule it would be more on the I want to be here but right now, I could benefit from stay home," I say gaining a eyebrow raise from him.

The entire class continues to get weird questions. Eventually everyone has answered seven or eight, except for Chloe. I see what he is doing.

"Sir, sorry for interrupting, but are you testing out the effects of peer pressure?" I ask. Everyone looks at me. The one who has barely said much when I do answer questions and I am the one who asks the first question that isn't Chloe.

"Well, fine lady, I am indeed. I am glad that you were able to notice, but that said. You were the first to notice and yet you are working really hard. Not really concentrating quite as much. I find it perplexing that I started this experiment trying to get the girl to stop asking questions and answer a question, but found myself to figured out by a mere girl who is not completely focused on the class. Out of all the students, you were the first one," Mr. Fu says.

"Let me just say, I am very good at multitasking. Though it might not seem like it, I can do up to four things at the same time if I physically have to do it. But if I only have to listen my ability to multitask goes up to seven things," I explain.

"Well, you are defiantly different," He says as the bell rings to go to lunch.

"I will bring you your lunch, Marinette," Alya says while leaving with Nino and Adrien. It doesn't take them long to get back to me with their trays and mine with them.

"Thank you, guys," I say setting down my project.

"This is the first time since you've gotten that project that you haven't been hurrying and getting your face into your project," Adrien says as Alya says, "Everyone says that they will be over today except for Chloe. She promised to be there tomorrow."

"Thanks, Alya. Also, I believe your right Adrien," I say chuckling.

"So, Alya mentioned a dream this morning," Nino sneaks in.

"Yeah, she did. What was that about?" Adrien suddenly goes worried.

"You aren't going to tell them girl, are you?" Alya says. Earning her answer by my silence, she decides to tell them herself. "She gets these dreams where voices that she knows tell her bad things, like that she is ugly or her designs suck. She only gets them when she is super stressed because she can't do her exercises properly."

"Exercises? Oh, do you mean like when she is in class and she sets her head down on the desk and massages her arms and neck," Nino asks, knowing that isn't really what she means. But none of them really know. They all know that I do something but don't know exactly what. It is called meditating. After lunch, I begin on my projects again until the end of the day. Quickly, but carefully, folding up the fabrics and putting the into my bag. I have a thirty minute break I can use before anyone comes to get their measurements taken, that I can do one of my meditation. Maybe it will help a little.