Hyper! (Vol.1)

Mireille's Blog → About

Sometimes, people ask me, what's it really like to live in Paris?

O, glorious Paris! The City of Love, City of Lights, City of who-knows-what-else! Is it truly as beautiful as how foreigners tend to romanticize the place? Daydreams of moonlit dinners, luxury shopping, and the scent of croissants fresh from the oven? Or is an ideal Paris a mere illusion, and the real deal is sure to disappoint?

Tell you what? If you come here, you won't ever feel bored again.

Ever.

Not because of the sights, or sounds, or waking up to see a world famous landmark from your bedroom window. Not because of the wide selection of delectable tea-time treats, either.

(Although, if you are here for treats, I highly recommend Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie on 12 Rue Gotlib. There's a sign with the bakery's name embossed in gold. You won't miss it.)

What makes things interesting here is, believe it or not, we are under constant attack of villains. No, not the burly men with knives you see on television, or shady corporate businessmen with their devious schemes, but villains. As in, the type with superpowers, hell-bent on revenge, who won't hesitate to harm others along the way to get what they want. These can be anyone—your classmates, neighbors, or even your visiting grandmother. Maybe, it's the person you'd least expect. Your best friend can always turn into your worst nightmare.

If this sounds absurd, don't worry. It'll only get weirder soon.

Whenever there are villains, there will be heroes. It's a law of nature, one that has been proven time and again in your favorite comic books and movies. Americans may have their mighty Majestia, but here we've got Ladybug and Chat Noir, a badass crime-fighting duo who never fails. The mere existence of our city depends on them, and also the band of other heroes they'd managed to assemble—Rena Rouge, Ryuko, and Viperion, just to name a few. Besides their names and rare news interviews, we know next to nothing about these guys, and we're dying—literally, in an ironic sense—to find out more.

That's where we come in. People like me, people like nosy news reporters, people like Alya from the next class, who runs the now-successful Ladyblog (who, by the way, gave me the inspiration and courage to start my own). Others keep their questions to themselves, hesitant of taking the next step. We're driven by curiosity, and we won't stop till we get our answers. Whatever it takes.

Which is why I run a one-man detective agency.

One-woman, to be precise. That is, if a fifteen-year-old girl at Françoise Dupont High School classifies as one. If you ask my friends, they won't tell you I'm obsessed with heroes or anything. If there's anything they think I'd be crazy about, it's the day's weather, which they hear from me and my co-host Aurore every morning on KIDZ+, before we head for school.

For non-metrological matters, I stay in the shadows and keep my mouth shut. I observe. I scribble down my predictions in a notepad everybody else thought was a sketchpad. Just another kid who draws, they'd say. Or writes sappy poetry about Adrien Agreste. (Who doesn't?) Doing my informal side job, I sometimes feel like Miss Rose, the magical London spy from the best-selling novel series. Writing about folks around me might sound weird and obsessive to some, but to me it's just the same as stalking others' Instagram accounts, like how most of the other girls do.

So, if you've stumbled upon this lonely blog somehow, congratulations. For your reading pleasure, I've provided some excerpts of things I've noted down over time. Think of it as an online diary. A word of caution: these might hold government-level secrets that might trigger the end of Paris as we know it, or it might be nothing at all, the musings of a wannabe Sherlock with nothing better to do. That said, I do hope you'll enjoy reading them.

Yours truly,

Mireille. C, a.k.a. Your (Other) Friendly Neighborhood Weather Girl