Dear Journal,

I feel like that the boy who had a really awful day. You know, he's in a storybook? And I think his name was Alexander?

Anyway, Ladybug and I had just finished fighting a akuma, and after our signature "pound it!" I was gone. If I miss any more days of class, I don't know what Father will do.

Running up the steps of school, I looked like sweaty mess, not the cool and collected model I usually am. I had science first today, and it would be that class were we have the strictest teacher. I try to fast-walk to my seat before Teacher can see me, but my bag catches on the beakers, sending it crashing to the floor.

Teacher whips around to see me, looking at the green pile of goo on the floor. "Adrien, you disrupted my class and were late with your tardiness. Go to the principal's office?" I sigh and back out of the room.

Mr. D spins around in his chair, a look of surprise on his face. "Well, I never expected to see you in my office, Agreste, unless you going to do some modeling with some lovely owls." Mr. D loves owls so much he has pictures of owls tacked up all over his office. "I'm allergic to feathers," I sigh, plopping down in my seat. "Are you being sarcastic, Agreste?" I shake my head. I wish I could just get this over with. Then the door opens and Marinette walks in. Like, Marinette, the sweetest girl in school. Yes, I have a crush on her!

"Adrien?" Marinette looks at me in shock, like she's dreaming. "Hi," I give a small wave. Arrgh. I love being Cat Noir, but why did that bothersome black butterfly have to choose this morning to cause trouble? "Did you oversleep again, Marinette?" Mr. D huffs, crossing his arms. Marinette sits down next to me, her bluebell eyes flashing. Clearly, that's not the case, but she doesn't say anything.

We spend a hour in dentition during lunch. After school, I grumble to myself as I walk over to the bakery. Hopefully, the day will turn around now. I walk into the bakery (after changing into Cat Noir) and clap my hand over nose. There is awful smell coming from the oven, and it smells worse then Plagg's cheese. Then you know its bad. If Plagg knew I was writing about his beloved cheese, he probably be glaring at me right now.

"What is that smell?" Marinette runs out to greet me. "Hey, Kitty. Papa accidentally burned the bread." The room reeks of smoke and garlic. Ugh. Bad day 1, Adrien, 0.

Luckily, we have a backup oven and Papa Dupain tells me there's some bread waiting to go into the oven. I'm just starting to get to the rhythm of sliding the heavy dough balls into the oven and then I'm distracted by something and I burn my hand. "Hairballs! Ow!" I meow then hiss. Sabine comes running in. "What happened dear?" "I burned my hand!"

Normally, I wouldn't be so upset, but with the day I've had, I'm just about to snap. "Okay, let's go put some ice on it."

I follow Mama Cheng holding my injured hand. Mama Cheng gives me a bag of ice and I wrap it in a towel. I watch her get the teapot ready. I smile, despite my grumpiness. Mama Cheng's solution to everything is have a soothing pot of tea.

"Did you have a rough day, dear?" she asks, once she sits down. "The worse! I was late because of akuma, spills some liquid making my teacher mad, sent to the principal's office, then burn my hand. I guess I really am a black cat today. A bad luck cat."

"Now, don't think of yourself as bad luck, dear. Did you and Ladybug come out of top?" I look up at her. "Yeah?" "Then that's a win right there, and you didn't mean for the other things to happen. And we all have bad days. Even me."

"Really?" "Trust me." I sip my tea and reach for a cookie. "So, will the rest of the day be better?" "Only you can answer that."

After my tea, Sabine has me help with little chores around the apartment that won't bother my hand. I love hearing stories about her homeland, though I detect a note of wistfulness to her voice. "Would you ever go back, if you got the chance?" "I'd love to, Cat. But that's for a different day."

After we get done, I wander up to Marinette's room to take a cat nap, but my eyes fall on her sketchpad. I can't bring Sabine to homeland, but maybe I could draw something for her?

I start to sketch Mama Cheng and I in a garden full of flowers, coloring the flowers with Marinette's crayons. I can almost smell the sweet scent of the flowers, and the warm sun on our backs. I attach a little note once I'm done.

"Even when I have bad days you give me a reason to smile.

Gentle and caring and making pots of tea,

You always make time for me.

Thank you for loving me,

Your the best Mama a Cat could have.

Cat Noir

I yawn as the sunlight streams in through Marinette's pink curtains. I fall asleep, dreaming of the picture I have created.

At supper I give Mama Cheng the picture of the note, and I get worried when she doesn't say anything.

"Thank you, honey," she says, hugging me tightly. She wipes something from her face. Could that be a tear? "I should be the one thanking you. Your the one who made me feel better." She just gives me another hug, which is possibly the best thing that happened today.

Though it wasn't my greatest day, Dear Journal, things always look better when your surrounded by your family. Even when it stinks of garlic.

Adrien Agreste

-Cat Noir