Ladybug: The Adventures of Libby Walters

Plot: Liberty Walters is just your average Canadian high schooler; only really standing out due to having a great love for Ladybugs since Kindergarten. As her life has progressed, they have become more a part of her personality. One day her dream comes true, as she's finally able to become a Ladybug...

Season 1

Episode 1

"Liberty Walters"

Wow, it certainly has been a while since I've posted anything on here. You'll all have to keep in mind that, even though this is listed under Miraculous, it's an alternate universe featuring my characters.

Please read and review, and it should start to really pick up in chapter 2!

Diary Entry:

Liberty Kelsey-Anne Walters

Thursday, February 2nd, 2017

Ho-ly crap, I cannot. Wait. For this week of school to be over. Mr. Sanderson clearly woke up on the wrong side of his bed every day so far, because he has been absolutely freaking ruthless.

At least he's not as bad as Mr. Johnson. And he's also cuter...

OMG, I did not just write that. Well, I guess I did. Any which way, that's all I suppose. This notebook is filling up fast! Maybe Irka will buy me a new one for my birthday! No pressure though XD

Much love,

Libby, "The Ladybug"

14-year old Libby Walters closed her ladybug notebook, and put aside her pencil, which had a ladybug eraser on it. She stretched and stood up off her bed, tiptoeing for fun over to her bedroom window. It had a fresh coat of frost across it, but she was all too used to the sight.

Libby lives in Swift Current, after all. Anywhere in Canada, and it'd be the same. Her phone jingled.

5:32 PM

From: Irka

Hey Libby, you doing anything this weekend?

5:32 PM

From: The Libbster

Why?

5:33 PM

From: Irka

As if you didn't know! We have to see and go to Kiwanis Park.

5:35 PM

From: The Libbster

What is your obsession with that place...?

5:37 PM

From: Irka

Remember Charlie? Saying he likes that place. He is the dream ;-)

5:39 PM

From: The Libbster

I can agree with your assessment on Charlie...but what else? We can't justify going there, even if that cutie pie likes it.

5:40 PM

From: The Libbster

...Do not tell him I said that...

5:41 PM

From: Irka

Ten-four, Ladybug! Let me know by tomorrow

5:42 PM

From: The Libbster

Sure Irka. Love you.

5:43 PM

From: Irka

I love you too Lib.

"How did I get so blessed to have her in my life?" Libby asked herself. "And the twins. And of course Charlie..."

Libby blushed a little. She didn't really feel that strongly about the star athlete. It was more of an admiration than anything.

"Besides, I know Mira likes him. Best not to intrude."

"Liberty, dinner!"

"Coming mom! See you later, Mrs. Ladybug."

Libby's favorite stuffed animal didn't return the sentiment. Libby smiled, waved and exited her bedroom. She entered the bathroom to see her father, Jackson Walters, Trimming his mustache.

"Hiya dad. Just need to get cleaned up for dinner." She greeted him.

"There's my little bug." Jack replied, ruffling her brown hair. "How are ya sunshine?"

"A teeny tiny bit mad at Mr. Sanderson, but otherwise just fine."

"That's great hun! Nothing better than having a happy wife and a happy daughter!"

Libby reached around her towering father to get at the sink. After running a short blast of warm water and soap over her hands, she was ready to eat. She descended the staircase, which felt nice on her bare feet. She then wrapped around the right side of the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Liberty, what have I told you about bare feet at the dinner table?" Sandrine Walters tapped her foot.

"That they aren't welcome here and can't trespass." Libby said in a monotone voice, as if reading from a script.

"Right. Now march back upstairs and get your shoes on, young lady!"

"You know I'm actually gonna wear my slippers, right?" Libby asked.

"Go retrieve your father while you're at it." Sandrine motioned for her to leave. Libby shrugged and heeded her mom's orders. A minute later, they returned.

"I hope you two don't mind chicken again."

"Nope!" Libby beamed. "It's the top of my list."

"I thought lobster was." Jack said, and then lit up as Sandrine returned to the table with a dish of au gratin potatoes.

"Now those I was not expecting..."

"Well yeah dad, it is." Libby said. "And because of Irka's little nickname, none of us will forget it..."

Sandrine cracked a smile.

"At least it's better than chicken sh-"

"Liberty..." Jack warned.

"I know dad." Libby sighed. "No swear words unless it's justified."

"Like with the mouse trap." Sandrine said, and then filled her mouth to prevent herself from laughing.

"I learned a few new words that day..."

"Kinda surprised you learned them here, and not at school." Jack said.

"Like you both say, justified." Libby said between bites of chicken. Her parents both noticed how tired she looked.

"Maybe you should go to bed early." Sandrine suggested.

"Can't. There's a tidal wave of homework that's come crashing into my room, and I need to assess the damage."

"Remember Bug, if you need our help..."

"Thanks dad, but I usually ask Irka, rather than bother you. Nothing beats a quiet house in the evening, am I right?" Libby asked. After finishing up, the Walters trio placed their dishes in the dishwasher.

Libby dreaded her homework assignment. Even basic algebra gave her fits. She re-entered her room and again said hello to her stuffed ladybug. After unzipping her backpack, she made a surprising discovery.

"Damn it."

Sandine wanted to make sure she heard correctly, so she knocked on the door.

"Liberty?"

"It was justified mom." Libby answered.

"Can I come in?" Sandrine asked. Libby flung the door wide.

"My homework is a magician apparently."

"I don't under-"

"It did a freaking vanishing act!" Libby fumed.

"You left it behind?" Sandrine inferred.

"Correct. Want a prize?"

"No need to get an attitude."

"My night is down the tubes now." Libby said, flopping down on her bed.

"I'm sure tomorrow will be better." Sandrine encouraged. Libby looked as though she would say something nasty, but held back.

"Yeah, but all things taken into account, tonight is gonna suck."

"Aren't the Avalanche on tonight?"

"Hockey won't make me instantly happy." Libby sulked. "You know the only thing that does."

"I do." Sandrine said. "Well, if you don't need me anymore, I'll leave you alone."

"Yeah mom, that'd be good."

Libby hugged Sandrine tightly.

"I'm so lucky to have you two for my parents." She said. "I love both of you so much."

"I love you too, Liberty."

Sandrine exited the room, again leaving the teenager alone.

"Blegh. Well, guess I should sleep. I know I'll regret this later, but not as much as I regret being a dumbbell."

Libby kicked off her slippers, crawled into bed and cuddled up with Mrs. Ladybug.

"Sometimes I wish I could be as carefree as you." She said. Unsurprisingly, Mrs. L had nothing to add.

"Yeah, you've got it good. Flying around and being beautiful. That sounds like loads more fun than algebra. Maybe I lucked out on that..."

...

"Nah, Mr. S will be even more pleasant tomorrow."

Libby was too tired to even change, and dozed off rather quickly. She entered a deep sleep that went uninterrupted by the steady rain that now fell. The hours melted away in Libby Walters' quiet world.

Night completely enveloped the world, and Libby dreamed about a plethora of subjects, from a car race on a nameless highway, to jumping around as if she were on the moon wherever she went, and of course interspersed were images of her favorite insect.

Unheard by Libby was her phone vibrating at 10:21. Irka soon made the assumption that her best friend was sailing through dreamland, and so left it at one message. Libby finally woke up at close to 11:30, feeling a little more refreshed.

"I suppose there isn't much to do at this hour." She said. "Already took care of the diary for today, missed the game. More sleep!"

And so Libby went on, mostly asleep, for the entire rest of the night.

...

"Rise and shine!"

"What the...?"

Libby tumbled out of bed, and popped her head back up.

"I see my alarm clock is operational again. The one ladybug thing I own that I hate."

Libby switched off her alarm, and after grabbing her jacket, trundled out into the hallway.

"Well, can't complain about lack of sleep." She said. In the kitchen, her mom already had pancakes and bacon laid out.

"Wow."

"Wow what?" Sandrine asked. "Momma Walters is on top of her game."

"I'd noticed." Libby said. Jack waltzed into the kitchen and past his daughter.

"Hello my baby, hello my h-" He got cut off by Sandrine raising a finger.

"Are you trying to bribe or guilt me into something Jack?" She asked. "Because that's the only time you break out that line."

Libby watched with amusement as Jack stumbled over his words.

"Hey pop, could ya pass the syrup?"

"What's the magic word?"

"Please and thank you and it's good to have proper manners." Libby said proudly.

"Well Sandra, I don't think we have anything left to teach this girl." Jack said, giving her a finger gun point. Libby nodded, and Sandrine turned around to prepare their lunches.

"So Liberty," She began. "Any boys we should know about?"

Libby nearly choked on her pancake. She gulped down orange juice, cleared her throat very loudly, and spoke up.

"You know how I am mom." She started. "Boys are not a priority when I'm in high school. I know, shocking."

"What about girls?"

Libby did a spit take, and Sandrine took a rag from the counter to clean the projectile liquid.

"Daddy!"

"What?" Jack asked. "You know, just thought I'd make sure."

"Jack..."

"Her friend Irka is bisexual, isn't she?"

"Yes, but that doesn't mean we're, ya know, having that much when we hang out." Libby said.

"Okay, Bug, okay." Jack said. Sandrine placed Libby's lunch box down in front of her.

"Here you go Liberty. Your matchmaker's lunch is almost ready."

"Not as bad as Libbster, but I guess you have a nickname now too."

Libby wrapped up her breakfast, washed her hands and, after going upstairs to change, went into the living room to collect her school supplies.

"Irka's probably waiting for me down the street, so I'll be off." Libby announced. "Love you mom, and you too, 'Matchmaker'."

"I love you Liberty." Sandrine said. "Be careful."

"As always."

"Bye Libby, love you." Jack said. "And, and, if you need help finding someone..."

"I'll be sure to consult you first."

Libby hugged her parents, and was out the door. She could see Irka in the distance, and soon met up with her.

"The Ladybug has arrived." The Czech girl said.

"I need a nickname for you Irka." Libby said. "Especially since my dad now has one..."

"Please, will you share?"

"He asked me if there were any boys, or girls that I had my eye on."

"You are straight, correct?"

"Yes." Libby said. "Not that there's anything wrong with the alternative."

Libby winked.

"Oh hey, it's almost time for our morning routine."

"I see it." Irka pointed. Good News Baptist Church grew ever closer.

"One, two, three..."

"Good News everyone!" Both girls exclaimed, and burst into a fit of laughter.

"Why is that so funny?" Libby asked, almost losing her balance. Irka kept her steady.

"I have no reason for our enjoyment." Irka responded. After passing a number of streets, they finally reached their turn, 11 Avenue Northeast.

"Sorry, I believe you never said, what nickname your father has." Irka remembered.

"Ah, yes." Libby said. "He's now known as Matchmaker."

Irka laughed a little.

"And now you need one too, to repay you for The Libbster."

"Hey..."

The girls soon reached their school, Swift Current Comprehensive High.

"You two look like you just had a good laugh." Matriel Fen said. She had a streak of blue in her dirty blonde hair. Her younger sister Mistral, with a lime green streak, appeared behind her.

"Hiii guys!" Mistral said.

"How are my favorite twins?" Libby asked. "Also, the only twins I know..."

"Good, and I'm sure you can guess what kind of mood she's in."

"Wanting to hug everything?" Irka asked.

"That's Mistral for you." Matriel said, receiving a hug from her sister.

"Come on girls, group hug!" Mistral exclaimed. The other three willingly joined in.

"Now a group selfie!"

"Typical." Libby said, giving an aside glance, but didn't care to disappoint her bubbly friend. The four entered the school, and met up with more friends.

"Hey Belloehs." Matriel said. Crystale Eahrkoff prefered to go by her middle name. "Any good gossip?"

"Pfft." Belloehs responded. "Who do you think I am, the popular mean girl? Go ask London Kerry."

"She's not that mean." Mistral said.

"Uh huh, yeah she is." Libby coughed. "But something that's worse than her is, I abandoned my homework here overnight."

"And you did not tell me?" Irka asked.

"Yeah, and I went to sleep super early cause I was pissed. That's why I didn't respond."

"I figured a reason was somewhere to be found."

"Yeah, and now Mr. Sanderson will hound me all day. Yipee." Libby said flatly.

"You sure that's worse than being around London?" Belloehs asked.

"Yes, but barely."

"You guys are mean." Mistral pouted.

"Sometimes." Matriel admitted. They all headed into Mr. Sanderson's classroom for first period.

"Seventy minutes of pure, unfiltered hell." Libby put her hand down on the desk. Just then, Charlie DeNardo entered. Many of the girls collectively swooned.

"Every morning..." Irka sighed.

"Like clockwork." Matriel added.

"He is cute." Libby started. Belloehs cut her off.

"Oh God, we're losing her."

"Don't sound the warning, uh, Belloehs?"

"I'm so honored. You actually tried to make a pun out of my name."

"And that's the last time I'll try. *Ahem* Maybe. But I don't wanna score a touchdown with him. Though I'm in the minority I imagine."

"Not as big a minority as you think." Matriel said.

"Yep!" Mistral added. Mr. Sanderson's appearance signalled the end of their conversation.

"Good morning Miss Walters..."

"I know, Mr. S." Libby groaned. "Go ahead and announce it to all of Canada while you're at it."

"You wouldn't want to go see Mr. Blake, would you?" Mr. Sanderson threatened.

"No sir."

"Good, let us begin."

The kids all assumed their normal routines. Irka studied intently, Libby only half-cared, Mistral was on her phone for a few minutes before beginning to follow the lesson.

"Now, who can solve for xy here?"

*silence*

"Irka?"

"23." Irka responded. "253 equals xy times 11."

"Very good Miss Dekanov." Mr. Sanderson complemented her. "Miss Walters, how would you like to try this next one?"

"I'd be just de-lighted."

"Wonderful. Alright, x plus x minus 52 equals negative 12."

"Ah, hmm, it's like 20."

"Good. By the way class, I apologize for not saying so earlier. You may turn in your homework after the period is over."

"Feh." Libby felt she was being targeted. Five minutes later, the fire alarm blared.

"Alright class, calmly and orderly, out of the room."

The class heeded Mr. Sanderson's advice, and a mass of mostly Canadian humanity flowed out the doors into the still morning sun.

"I'm quite confident in saying that wasn't scheduled." Belloehs said.

"Someone wanted to be here even less than me." Libby said. "So, a prank then."

"Seems like it." Matriel continued.

"Well thank you to whoever did that."

"Again, the minority is where you reside." Irka said.

"Attention students, this is your principal. We are currently investigating the source of the fire that has caused this alert. More information will be passed on as soon as it's known. Thank you."

"And then you can all go home." Libby said, doing her best imitation of Mr. Blake.

"Hey Libby." Sean Millner said.

"Hiya Sean. What's new?"

"I expect you'll be at our game tomorrow night."

Irka looked on with interest.

"Irka and I are planning on, uh, doing stuff that day, but it should be over in plenty of time to see you." Libby said, giving a thumb up.

"Cool." Sean nodded. "Hopefully Kyle's healthy."

"That hamstring is still bothering him, huh?" Mistral asked.

"Sure is. Anyway, catch ya on the flip side, ladies!"

"Bye." Matriel said. Libby and Belloehs called their parents, while the others waited.

"How about another selfie?" Mistral suggested.

"Rrr." Irka grunted.

"Looks like Irka is irked." Libby said. The black haired girl glared at her.

"Ooh, one of the famous glares." Belloehs said. "Now you should be honored."

"Attention students, I have just been informed that the fire alarm was pulled by a prankster. If the culprit would please...hang on."

Mr. Blake muttered something.

"London Kerry, would you please report to my office on the double. Thank you. All may return to their classrooms."

"Damn her, getting my hopes up." Libby shook her fist. She slunk back into the building with the others.

"You would really prefer being in another place, huh?" Irka inquired.

"You got that right." Libby said, her displeasure on full display.

"Turn around."

Libby did so, and was quite surprised when Irka started rubbing her back.

"What are you doing Irka?"

"A back massage. It is a stress reliever, correct?"

"Yeah, actually, thank you." Libby said, giving Irka a tight hug. "I needed something like that to feel better."

"Leaving home was the correct choice." Irka said. "I would not have as wonderful a friend."

Libby took Irka's hand, and they returned to class. Libby was in a significantly better mood the rest of the day, and made sure to take her homework with her this time.

"Hey Belloehs, I realized your sister wasn't here today." Matriel began. "She doing okay?"

"Trinity's under the weather." Belloehs answered. "Nothing too serious."

"Let her know I'm thinking of her, would you?"

"Gotcha. Later!"

"I will see you on Monday Mistral." Libby said.

"What about tomorrow?" Mistral tilted her head.

"Where has my mind been lately? See you tomorrow night then."

"Hugs and selfies await you!"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." Libby smiled. "You are just so adorable Mistral, I could eat you up."

"Uhhhh..." Mistral didn't know how to respond.

"It's an expression. Only big scary monsters would wanna do that."

"I hope no monsters come here."

"Well if they do, I'll protect you." Libby said, and followed behind Irka.

"Not bad, was it?" She asked.

"Not after your little gesture."

"Seeing you highlights every day Libby, but also does our fun thing on the way."

"Fun thing?" Libby asked. "Ohhh, mmhmm, that is a surefire way, other than ladybugs, to make Libby Walters happy."

Again the girls passed the small church, and again on cue...

"Good News everyone!"

When they got to Libby's street, Irka looked upset.

"Goodbye, Lib."

"'TIl tomorrow, Irka."

The friends shared a quick kiss, and Libby reached the end of her journey.

"How was your day, dear?" Sandrine asked.

"Not too bad." Libby responded.

"Hopefully your homework made it back with you." Jack said.

"Yes, Matchmaker."

"Damn, I thought you'd forgotten."

Both Libby and Sandrine looked at him funny.

"Uh, justified. Anyway, I DVR'd the Avalanche game for you, when I realized you were in bed."

"Thanks pop." Libby stretched.

"Liberty, we were going to order pizza for dinner, but wanted your approval first." Sandrine changed the subject. Libby's eyes grew.

"Yes please and thank you and...I don't think reciting that whole thing is necessary here."

"One or two pies?" Jack asked. "In case your friends come over again to have some."

"That's sweet dad." Libby smiled. "Two then."

"Pepperoni and plain?"

Libby nodded quite furiously. She picked up the phone.

"Go long dad!"

Libby fired a strike right into Jack's hands.

"Alright, down to business!" He said. One phone call, 22 minutes and one delivery later, the Walters trio were each enjoying a slice.

"So London Kerry pulled a fire alarm?" Jack asked. "I knew that girl was trouble."

"A lesser person would put her in. Her. Place."

*Silence*

"I said a lesser person. Any which way, I think I'll save some slices for lunch tomorrow."

"Time for homework, dear?" Sandrine asked.

"Yes, this time." Libby snapped her fingers. There was twice as much as originally planned, but that was just fine in her book.

Libby had a lot to look forward to. A day hanging with Irka tomorrow (assuming her parents were okay with it), the football game in the evening and her birthday was four weeks down the road. Plenty of things to combat the boredom she was feeling towards her high school life...

End of Episode 1

Hope you all enjoyed, to some degree at least. Bug Out!