I do not own the miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir

Alya's pov

Click, click, click

"And, thats it!" I smile like a cheshire and pick up the story and inspect it. Yes, yes, YES! If this is good enough to get on the final copy, I'll get a raise! And maybe even be able to secure a spot of my own so my stories will go straight to be published. This will be great for Marinette and I! Oh, it's so completely relevant right now, they can't possibly say no.

Besides, right now, we need it. Marinette holding up the bakery by herself, it's got to be so tough on her. So thats why I have to work even harder. For both of us.

Checking the time, I grab a bun and make my way out the door.

"I'll be leaving now!" I shout to Marinette, who's busy making todays load of bread.

"Be safe!" She shouts back, voice sweet like honey. I smile to myself as the bell jingles when I leave. I start humming a sweet tune to pass time as I make my way to my destination. I pass a radio. 'And here's the head chef at Le Grand Paris, Marlena Cesaire!'. I stop in my tracks, and my voice hitches, knowing who that is.

No, I am not going to have a bad day, it's still a great and amazing day full of smiles and happiness. I keep repeating that as I turn the last corner to reach my destination. Ok! I walk in the building and knock on my boss' door.

"Come in." A gruff voice booms. Now or never.

"Hello boss." I say in a respectable tone, keeping the nerves off my face whilst I make my way to him.

"You're here early. You'r shift starts in another 10 minutes, what is it you want?"

"I've been working here for a while and-"

"Cut to the chase." He cut's me off similar to how Marinette cuts fabric, fast.

"Please consider this story." I say quickly, handing him my article. He raises an eyebrow, not even read it yet. I already knew this was coming.

"Alya, sure you've been working for us for a while. But as a person who sells the newspaper, not as a person who writes it." I hang my head and he sighs.

"Can't blame you, I was once like that." I look at him in a surprised way.

"Really?" I ask like I just heard a big secret.

"Really." He says with a nod.

"But for now, get to work." I don't even care that I have time till my shift starts, I just start work.

I grab my load and go to the lonely early morning streets of Paris.

"Newspaper! Get you're newspaper!"

Time skip evening

The same as always happened today, well, almost. I replay the scene that took place. A buff guy tried to pick a fight with another guy, then a blonde guy stepped in and the bigger guy ran away. Now that isn't something you see everyday. I look at the pile of leftover newspaper, just one remaining, makes me want to buy it myself.

Looking around the streets I see a crowd of children surrounding a street performer blowing bubbles and playing music. Must be nice being a child, not having to worry about anything. The street performer catches my eye and sends a wink my way, and I do the same back. I've always seen him when I'm on the job, occasionally he buys newspaper though, it makes me feel like I'm not so alone.

I check the time on the street clock, '5:58pm'. The children have started to go home with their parents, leaving the man alone. He packs up and makes his way to me.

"Hey there, you have any newspaper remaining?"

"That I do." I hand him the last copy, as he hands me the required amount of money.

"So will you be here tomorrow?" He asks making small talk.

"Yes, you?"

"You betcha." He says with a happy tone.

"Then I'll see you then..?"

"Nino, and you?"

"Alya. Okay, then, I'll see you then, Nino." I say with a smile, he nods and waves goodbye. I gather my things quickly and leave with a smile, now all I have to do is give what I collected to the boss and he'll give me my share.

I walk for a while before a man starts matching my pace. He hold's his lollipop in one hand and the other he grabs me by my wrist and pulls me to the side.

"Hey, whats a girl like you on the streets of Paris at such a time?"

"Can you let me leave now?" He growls and says in a low tone.

"Why should I do that?"

"Because, I want to leave."

"Do you understand what's happening!?"

"Alya, what are you doing? You only just got out of jail a while ago for starting up that brawl, sending those men to the hospital and damaging a local store in the process all those years back" I have no idea who this stranger is, but I'm not dense enough to not understand whats happening.

"Oh come on, a little while longer of me putting up this act, and when he wasn't expecting it, I could have socked him in the jaw" I say with a pout. I sneak a glance at him and he looks terrified. In the end, if he's getting scared from that bluff, he's just a scaredy cat."

"But, you just got out of jail! As your parole officer, I have to keep and eye on you." He freezes up at the word 'officer'.

"Wait a second, aren't you that guy?! I'm going to have to put you under arrest." She says in a hard tone, but the second she moves to him, he sprints the other way.

"Why aren't you chasing him?" I ask.

"Because I'm not a cop, I'm a con artist." Shocked is the only word to explain how I feel.

"You're not supposed to tell me that are you?"

"I am, because I want to teach you how to con."

"And me because?" She sighs, and her ginger hair shuffles a bit.

"I had come here just to help you get out of that tight situation, by saying that you shouldn't be picking fights and to bring you away, but instead you were quick to act, and made him run away from you. You just bluffed and made him do something you wanted. Which, in the end, is what conning is." She pauses and then continues. "You because you have potential. So how about it?" I think for a minute.

"Gurl, I'm in, name's Alya". She smiles and says back.

"Call me Trixx, I look forward in working with you." She thinks for a while and finally says, "meet me here at seven, well go for maybe three hours or something, everyday."

"Surely not out in the open?"

"Heavens no, that would be silly, there's a place around here that we will train at. Well, I'll see you then." And with that she left. I smile to myself and make my way back to the news agency.

"Alya, what you've wrote is perfect, its incredible! It's what we need! It'll be on the front cover of the newspaper, you'll get you're own section so you better have more good stories like this! Our profit will boom!" My boss is running around like a hyperactive kid on Christmas morning.

"Wait, that means I'm a?"

"You're a journalist, so you better come up with stories like this from now on!" He hands me an envelope.

"Your pay rise" He adds. I hand him the money I got today and he gives me half back.

"Good job kiddo." He says while patting my head. As I said before, today is a great and amazing day full of smiles and happiness.

End.

Reviews:

pinksakura271: Yeah lol, don't worry, I won't abandon it, I'm just a lazy bum. I'm with you though on the bakery, it must not perish! Also, I tried making Mari feel regret because I want to show how much of a kind heart she has, because thats why Tikki chose her ^^

WildflowerDar: It's the same for me, I get a huge smile on my face when I see that you've reviewed, also when I actually post something xD

If you guys are wondering why I made Alya get the newspaper article job thing, and not go with a sad theme it's because I need to have a character who will spread word about them as the plot develop's more. I'm not making her life more better than the rest, so please don't think that.

Also, I am so sorry that I took so long to update, I wasn't feeling motivated, and I was just so lazy so please don't hurt me! I tried making this chapter longer though. Anyway! Thank you for reading, till next chapter, bye!