A/N: Unless you are confused, Nadja found Alya and Mari when they were thirteen and Manon was a few months. Plus, this takes place in America. California to be exact

Chapter 2: Routine

Chamack Household

Thursday, February 15, 2018

6:30AM

"That's it!" Cried a voice. "I'm chopping off my hair!"

It was a lovely morning in the Chamack household. Rays of sunshine poked through the clouds and the blinds, illuminating the quaint kitchen. The walls were colored pastel yellow with white polka dots and the cabinets were white wood. At the white wooden table, a petite blue-eyed teenager huffed in annoyance, discarding her pink cereal bowl. Chuckling was heard from the kitchen as the sound of water filled the space and the strong smell of coffee floated through the air soon after. A honey skinned teen laughed at her sister with a twinkle in her light brown eyes as she grabbed a clear tall glass and filled it with water.

Whipping her head to the sound, her twin tails bouncing, the agitated teen glared at her sibling. Apparently not noticing the blunette's glare or choosing to ignore it, the older brunette took a seat across from the irritated human creampuff setting down her bowl of Oatmeal and a bottle of hot sauce. Marinette inwardly cringed as she poured half of the bottle into the bowl.

"One of your tails fell in your cereal again didn't it?" Alya inquired with a smirk causing the peach skinned female to stick her tongue out childishly.

The two sat like that for about thirty minutes just joking with one another and having small talk. Alya commenting her fashion forward sister on her pastel pink baby doll dress and Marinette complimenting the budding reporter on her choice of hair color. The older teen tended to dye the bottom half of her hair a different color every other day. Today it was a golden orange. Humming at the nutty taste of her caffeinated drink, Alya closed her eyes in pleasure. Rolling her eyes at the behavior, Marinette finished her cereal and went to fill her own pastel pink mug with the words "I'm A Pretty Princess" written on it in white cursive. Grabbing the bowl of sugar, the blunette proceeded to scoop spoonfuls into her drink.

One Spoonful. Two spoonfuls. Three spoonfuls. Four Spoonfuls. Five Spoonfuls. Six spoonfuls. Seven Spoonfuls. After she got to thirteen, Alya arched an eyebrow.

"A girl who puts half a bottle of hot sauce in her Oatmeal has no right to judge me on how I choose to have my Coffee." Marinette declared as she dropped one last spoonful in and started slowly swirling her straw to mix it in the liquid.

Alya let out a short 'Ha' as she reached for her spoon, took a big scoop, and ate with her mouth open causing the other teen to squeal in delighted disgust.

It didn't take long for their mother to wander down with bags the size of the Seine under her brown eyes and an empty coffee mug with the words "Best Parental Unit" in Baby doll script. The cup was quickly filled by Marinette while Alya pulled out a chair for the overworked reporter who sat down and let her face hit the table with an audible thud.

The girls shared a look and Marinette set to baking as Alya walked over and rubbed the woman's back. "Boss givin' you grief again?" She asked as she kneeled to see the face of the woman who took her in.

Nadja let out a groan as she lifted her face to rub both hands down it in aggravation. Her hands stayed in place for a few minutes before she decided to answer her eldest daughter's question. "I wish it were the boss." She wished bitterly.

The girls shared a look once again. "Bourgeois." They stated in unison with matching scowls.

At the mention of the Mayor, Nadja let out a loud irritated noise. "Ugh!" She cried, her fist slamming on the table causing it to bounce. "I don't know what it is gonna take for that idiot of a man and his she demon of a wife to understand that forgery is illegal, Slander is REAL, and that I AM NOT coming to work for them even if they give me all the fucks to give a damn!"

Alya let out a low whistle as she leaned back on the table while Marinette lifted her free hand to cover her snorts.

Noticing her daughters were enjoying her show, Nadja took a deep breath and exhaled with a chuckle. Turning to her them, she offered them a nervous smile. "Sorry girls." She apologized. "It's just-ugh! Just thinking about that man – RAUGH! Oh, he hits all the wrong buttons!"

The two teens nodded in understanding. They had only been in normal society for two years and even if they were hermit like, the Bourgeois family were the second most detestable human beings they ever met. Ever since they came Madame Bourgeois did nothing but trash talk, humiliate, and slander them and their mother. One day, the textbook Disney villain even went as far to talk smack about Nadja's dead husband. The girls didn't know the woman for long, but she had shown them more kindness than they have ever known, and it made them angry to see tears in her eyes. Which is the reason why Alya took it upon herself to give Miss Audrey a black eye and bloody nose. The woman's disgusting husband tried to get them in trouble, but one Oscar worthy performance from Marinette and Alya and the media were painting him as a petty bully of orphans.

And oh, the daughter! Chloe Bourgeois was the most annoying little twit Alya ever had the displeasure of knowing. Apparently, she was supposed to be some big shot magic prodigy at some fancy boarding school. The first day she met them, Chloe called her sister a disgusting piece of trash and from the looks of it a whore too. Alya nearly decked her as well but her adoptive mother took that time to teach them that they couldn't solve all of their problems with their fists because that will just make things more complicated. Alya and Marinette took it to heart ignoring the girl any time she came near, which seemed to piss of the spoiled brat even more. After a year her behavior became worse, and Alya figured it was because of their rise in popularity with the neighborhood boys. Apparently after the bruises and cuts healed and they dressed more civilized, people found them to be pretty. The girls could care less though. The opinions others had of them had no affect on their sheltered lives so why bother.

Nadja stood up, coffee mug in hand, and went to drape her arms around her daughters pulling them into a hug. "So, how was the homework last night?" She asked with one last squeeze before she moved to help Marinette plop batter into cupcake pan.

"You are a sadist." Alya replied without missing a beat causing her mother to giggle.

"Oh, it wasn't that hard." Nadja stated rolling her eyes as she finished filling both cupcake pans

"Neither was building the Empire State building." Marinette stated as she put the pans in the silver oven. "Or the Eiffel tower…Or the Tokyo Tower…"

"Don't be smart." Nadja chastised as she playfully flicked the teen in the forehead causing her to giggle.

"Manon still asleep?" Alya asked as she stood up to walk to the sink and wash her dishes.

Nadja, who was holding Marinette's wrists, so the teen couldn't tickle her, chuckled. "You know your little sister sleeps like the dead." She replied as her middle daughter broke free with a giggle.

As her mother and sister began a playful poke war, Alya made it over to the white four-seater bean bag sofa that had multicolored pillows and blankets all over it and took a seat. Grabbing the remote. She flicked the tv on and the news came to life.

"That's right Daniel. Just last night an Akuma raided this plaza right behind me. Twenty people were killed and at least a dozen were severely injured before the Akuma was restrained by government officials and unfortunately terminated. Mixed emotions follow this double-edged tragedy as the public- "

"That's enough of that." Nadja announced reaching over Alya to take the remote and turn the television off. "You girls don't need this tainting your minds."

Alya hummed in thought while Marinette was content to watch the cupcakes in the oven slowly rise. Akumas were people who let their emotional state get so out of whack that their magic took over them. Akumas never aged and didn't have to eat and as far as the government was concerned there was no way to cure a person after the transformation. No one knew the true cause as to why this happened, it just did.

A/N: Thanks for all of you who faved and followed this story. Next up is Adrien and the others. Stay tuned and review plz.