Author's note: Hey there, and welcome! I hope you will enjoy and comments are greatly appreciate so that I know this story seems okay. If you have any questions, please let me know and I will be happy to answer. Also, they will be using their miraculous, just not in their regular universe. Wink. Wink. You will see what I mean.
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Disclaimer: Don't own Miraculous Ladybug, If I did, they would be going out with each other a long time ago.
Prologue:
My mother always told me that a mirror could portray your true self if you're willing to embrace it with open arms.
I saw the true of image of myself when I was at the tender age of ten-years-old. It was during the time when I wasn't afraid to speak my mind and was comfortable of just being little old Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
Fate brought my true image and I face to face through my bathroom mirror. I wasn't sure how to describe the emotions I felt when I stared at my true-mirror-image. However, the one emotion that I strongly felt was admiration.
The girl who stared back at me reminded me of someone that I would look up to like a superhero or something. She looked like me, but the way she carried herself was a whole other story. She had my dark hair with blue highlights in two usual pigtails, also we had the same blue eyes, and we could even be mistaken as twins. Though, what she wore, was something only a hero would wear in a comic book or a Marvel movie. My image-self had on a red mask with five black polka dots, also she had on a red skintight bodysuit with a black collar and black dots.
I still remember the first question I asked her without a hint of hesitation. "Did I design that outfit myself?"
Even as a child; I still knew that I wanted to grow up as as a famous fashion designer.
When she shook her head no; I felt disappointed because her outfit was so symmetrical with patterns and the fabric looked like it was part of her skin.
To this day, she had never spoken a word to me. It infuriated me at times, but I somehow got the feeling that she was hear to listen and understand me without using words. Luckily, I managed to find out her name was Ladybug through the charades she used to converse with me.
Not to sound vain; I considered my Image-self like my very best friend. I never saw my own reflection after that, in place was her, and she was always there to greet me with a smile no matter what kind of mood I was in.
I depended on her a lot, without her, I began to question on who I really am?
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Chapter 1:
The sound of my blaring alarm clock drifted me out of my wildest dreams into sucky reality. I pulled the covers over my head and groaned in heavy annoyance. I hit the snooze button and found myself blissfully falling back asleep.
Heaven… I thought to myself contently.
Until I heard my door being slammed open.
"Marinette! Why are you still in bed?! You're going to be late, sweetie!" I heard my mom exclaim.
I stared at my alarm clock wide-eyed and scrambled out of my comfortable bed. I ran down my little staircase and thanked my lucky stars that I didn't trip. My mom watched me with heavy amusement because we usually go through this routine every morning and she always told me I looked like a chicken with its head cut off.
I accidentally jabbed my finger when I vigorously closed my dresser before I let out a very, colorful vocab word.
"Marinette, what did I say about you cussing?" I heard my mom ask me in a scolding tone.
I blushed heavily at this. "Sorry Mama," I apologized meekly to her as I ran quickly to my private bathroom.
I came face to face with my mirror-image. She smiled at me with a hint of giddiness.
"Don't start!" I warned her as I began to get ready.
I settled with a pair of pink leggings, with a blue tank top, and a grey jacket over it. I put my hand on the cool, glass while I brushed my teeth. Once I was done, I gave Ladybug a smile and yelled out with a simple, 'see you later!'
Unknown to me, she frowned behind my back, and whispered something so important that I wish I could have known ahead of time. "Today's the day, Chosen One,"
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I sighed out loud with relief when I took my seat and still had eight minutes to spare before class started.
Maybe Ladybug somehow managed to bless me with her luck upon my cursed soul.
"Well, look who managed to make it on time," I smiled widely when I saw my best friend, Alya, taking her seat next to me.
"Yeah, it seems that luck is on my side today," I giggled giddily.
"It seems so, then maybe your luck will help you by talking to Adrian," Alya said while smirking at the said boy who was only a few desks away.
I blushed furiously at this.
Adrien Agreste. My crush. The boy who stole my heart last year; under his shared umbrella. The boy who I could never fumble out the courage to have a actual conversation with. I don't need luck on my side. No. I need a freakin MIRACLE.
"Alya.. I can't," I said to her sadly as I hid my flaming face with my hands. I must look like a fat tomato about now.
Alya put a comforting hand on my shoulder and I felt grateful at the gesture. However, it was cut short when I heard a familiar voice that sounded like heaven to my ears.
"Good morning Marinette and Alya. Marinette, I see you made it on time today, that's so wonderful." He let out a chuckle and my stomach was swirling with those pesky butterflies.
I nodded my head for a response, so that I wouldn't embarrass myself with my stuttering. He was about to say something else, but Madame Bustier strolled in and had to return back to his seat.
I wonder what he wanted to say?
Madame Bustier began to reminisce about the French Revolution, King Louis XVI, and the bloody execution. I suppressed a shiver as I jotted down notes throughout Madame Bustier's lecture. I found this topic so intriguing and fascinating because we live in Paris. I felt my heart being tugged at the king being executed. I knew he was not a good king, but he never really killed anyone, so I found it quite hypocritical when the founding members cut off his head.
And here I thought the Queen of Hearts from Alice in Wonderland was morbid.
Once the bell rang, I stretched and it felt good to let out those tense muscles. I almost wish we had lunch hour now, but I knew we had three more subjects to go before that.
Ladybug's Luck, if you're somehow still with me, help me make it through the rest of the day.
