I know that some people may not like the idea of good Chloe or Chloe getting redemption, but I am one of the people who actually like that idea because I feel that her mother had had a heavy influence on her, which made her a bully, but she could still become good. Anyways, if you don't like the idea of Chloe being redeemed than I don't suggest you read this or the chapters after it, the earlier ones don't really mention her redemption. I hope most of you enjoy the chapter though.

There are two types of people in this world, your mother used to say as she primped herself in front of her large some-karat gold mirror, those who do whatever it takes to get what they want and those who roll over and allow what they want to slip away.

As a child, you took those words into stride, your mother is a fashion icon and she didn't get where she was by rolling over and playing nice. You mimicked your mother's style, because she was your idol, she was rich, famous, and had every materialistic thing you could ever want. You purchased yourself a lovely, trendy pair of white glasses that were almost identical to your mom's, adding your own flair to it so that you weren't labeled a copycat.

Copycats were bad, you used to think, you didn't want to copycat things because that was considered cheating.

Your mom changed that view in a matter of words, slurring that cheaters are the ones who are sharks and the world needed sharks.

It was easy to recede into the image your mother wanted to present, stylish but a shark, it sounded nice. You met your first best friend at one of the events your mother hosted, and you could thank her for that, because if it wasn't for her attitude, you wouldn't have met your first best friend. He was kind and sweet, if not a little shy and you loved playing games with him while the adults had their grown-up talks.

Until school started, you did everything together, you spent every day together playing games and doing anything of the like. (When you were both innocent and naïve.) Of course, his father didn't let him attend school and even if you cried and pleaded and begged for the man to let your best friend come, he didn't budge an inch. Later, your mother scolded you for shaming her and her name and you spent the night in your room, hugging the stuffed animal she had given to you when you were younger.

School was nice, the teachers were nice and so were some of the classmates, but the things they talked about was a little odd to you in regards to family. You made friends with some of them, but the friendship didn't last because your mother disapproved of them. She wrinkled her nose when you talked about them and told you that you shouldn't be friends with people that were lesser than you, that you should surround yourself with gorgeous things.

So, those friendships faded because you didn't want to be friends with people your mother disapproved of and it was rather lonely. But you had your best friend outside of school and those days were fun.

…..

You don't know when you started being mean, maybe it was around the time your mother left for New York (she didn't abandon you, she would come back for you because you were her daughter, you would tell yourself.) But it was satisfying to see some of your classmates cry over the words you'd say, it made you feel better because now they felt as sad as you did. Sure, the teacher tried to scold you for it, but you'd just bring up that your daddy was the major and the issue would drop.

It went like that for years, then a girl in your class grew a backbone and began talking back to you around the time that your best friend enrolled at the school and the superheroes came into the light.

Suddenly, what you'd say caused people to be akumatized (you weren't naïve, you know that they blamed you for it all when in reality, they should have thicker skin.) But there were always heroes darting around and saving the day. So, it didn't matter, and you continued to say the things you did because your mother wasn't even answering her phone anymore.

You made another friend who listened and was there for you, (though you heard the other classmates sympathize for the girl and tell her she didn't have to be your servant.) And your old best friend drifted away from you, telling you that you needed to stop being so hurtful, but he didn't understand you like she did. Either way, you couldn't bring yourself to let him go, he was your first best friend after all and all the things from your childhood hadn't just dissipated into nothing.

You tried to change, but it was like a habit, so hard to break because it had become your routine, and you hated your classmates even more because they were suddenly so happy, and you couldn't make them as sad as you anymore.

Even if you did change, it didn't matter anymore, they had their image of you sealed into their brain and nothing would ever erase it.

…..

Then, the new girl came and seeing as you had done many things before the events of becoming a superhero (you were striving to get better and easy-enough to say, making progress, even so that your old best friend started to hang out with you.) You could tell the girl was a liar and so could your best friend because of all the messes the two of you had been involved in. Once clear, it was so easy to see the lies spewing from her mouth and you wondered how idiotic and dumb the people in the class must be to not see it too.

Then your rival (who had been one of the friends you had made in kindergarten) spoke up, discrediting the stories, but surprisingly enough, no one listened. They dismissed her words as if they meant nothing and you couldn't even fight off your shock.

Didn't these classmates value the class president's opinion? Why would they shut her down so quickly?

You decided that yes, they were stupid enough to actually believe the bullshit.

You didn't care so much that they knew the truth, because it was hilarious watching them eat it up like starving vultures. Reporter girl actually posted some of the stories on her blog, which was even more hilarious seeing the many, many people that commented on the bizarreness of the stories. That should have raised doubt, but it didn't, if anything they just defended the liar and called the commenter a bully and blocked her for harassment.

It was hilarious watching the credibility of the Ladyblog go down, but the humor faded after a while and you began to wonder at the sheer stupidity of your classmates (the teacher included.)

Then, you noticed something one day when you were bored, that your rival was being given accusing looks by the stupid classmates and you didn't even care why (it was probably some lie or something), but it was surprising. These people voted for your rival to become class president over you and yet they were quick to value someone else's word. That was the day you decided to actually pay attention to the stories and jot them down in the margins of your notebook.

Later, you would pull up evidence against the liar and you would send that evidence, (anonymously, of course) to the Ladyblog.

There was no response. The email left on read and you frowned to yourself, wondering why reporter girl wouldn't so much as look into the email, but of course, she didn't, and you were getting tired of all the attention the new girl was getting, and it wasn't like the popularity you had. Very few people, you found, didn't like the stories and discredited them all the time but the vast majority fed into them.

Even you tried to pull up the evidence in the middle of the class, but everyone (other than your rival and old best friend) glared at you at even the mention of the liar being a liar and the new girl turned the crocodile tears on. (It was a surprise that they even fell for that, seeing as they never fell for it with you.)

…..

You were at a fashion event for a week with your old best friend, where you somewhat reconnected and both breached the topic of the liar. You were somewhat surprised that he knew, because he had always been a touch naïve, but you were also happy because it meant you weren't going insane.

Suddenly, when you get back, everything's gone to shit.

Quite literally, you were very surprised at the amount of shit that had escaped the liar's mouth in the span of a week. Anything you said was glared at and frowned at and now your rival sat in the back, but even without look at her, you knew she was depressed.

It didn't take a genius to figure that part out.

Then again, this class had never really had many geniuses.

You, since she had gotten you some contact and closure with you mom, tried to talk to her about it, but she just flashed the sad fake smile and told you not to worry. You don't know when you somewhat became close, maybe it was because you could both bond over your shared knowledge of the liar or the fact that you both cared about Adrien. Either way, your mother's words from a long time ago were dismissed and you started to hang out together.

It didn't last long, she was depressed and sad and had been stabbed in the back. You could understand there was nothing you really could have done to change that or the past, and you didn't try to talk her down so much, you just listened.

Most people would have talked her down, but you knew better, you knew she just needed someone to listen to her. To accept that she wasn't ok without forcing her to be ok and making her crawl deeper into herself.

You understood one another and there was a potential for a good friendship, had the liar not destroyed everything when she suggested the reelection.

The results of that just made everything worse, but you did get to say goodbye to her, because she had left you a lengthy voicemail thanking you and telling you where to go get the bee miraculous.

It was then that you knew she was Ladybug, your idol, but you weren't as angry about that as you thought you would be. Before everything, you might have been, but you couldn't bring yourself to be in the present, because you both had changed (you had changed a lot.) If anything, it made sense and you were almost happy that it had been her, she deserved that honor, especially the praise spoken about her after everyone else realized it too and a lengthy article was posted on it.

It was after both funerals, the one of your previous-rival-but-now-somewhat-friend and the one of your first best friend (it had been difficult, but you understood why he did it, because you couldn't see Cat Noir without his Ladybug.)

At some point, the class had realized that the new girl was a liar and that they had shunned their everyday Ladybug and Ladybug, but there wasn't much they could do other than to take the title of class president away from her. Sometime later, she was moved to a different school because of the reveal of everything that had happened in between the war of Lila and Marinette.

You had wanted no part of any of it and you couldn't forgive your own best friend for not listening to you. In the end, it was just the way it was.

(Even from where they were, they were both proud of how far you have come.)