Life in the Background ||| A Miraculous Y/N Fic

Prolouge

Okay.

I don't know exactly what to put here, but here goes nothing...

My name is Y/N L/N.

This is... essentially a journal that my parents gave me to write my thoughts in.

I don't know what I'm doing, but I guess I should start with what happened last week.

My dad was offered a job as the head newscaster for a popular news station, I think it was TVi news or something like that, so he gets to work with 'the greats' like Nadja Chamack.

I'm happy for him, of course, it's his dream job and all that, but there's one problem.

We kinda have to move across Paris for him to be able to take the job.

Because apparently, "That's where all the action is, Y/N! It's akuma central! You'll have such a thrilling experience and many exciting stories to tell in the future!"

And they sprung this on me last week.

I barely had time to tell my friends, and do you know the worst part?

None of them have phones, so I can't even text them.

Mom keeps telling me about our new house, and about good spots to take walks around.

We have a house by the Eiffel Tower, which Mom claims is 'the most romantic place on earth'.

Might be true.

Both my Mom and Dad keep insisting I check out this bakery, because it's the "best bakery in Paris, the Dupain-Cheng's bakery, it's only a couple blocks away from our new house, Y/N!"

I'll definitely have to check that out.

But there's one thing that I'm certainly NOT excited for.

The new school.

Collège Françoise Dupont.

That infamous school, with that infamous class that gets akumatized every other week.

My parents told me all this in a very effective way.

Went something like this...

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I sighed, pushing the rest of my clothes into the last box.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed my parents sneak into my room while holding a pamphlet.

Kinda suspicious...

"Y/N? Honey?" My Mom asked, "We found a school for you."

I turned around, and Dad started talking about the school.

"So... there were a lot of recommendations online, but... we think the best school for you is Collège Françoise Dupont."

I froze, and before I could say anything, Mom started to show me the pamphlet.

"It's got tons of friendly students, and that means you can make new friends! The curriculum is-"

"Okay, yeah, but which class am I in?" I nervously asked, internally praying that I wouldn't be in that akumatized-a-lot class.

"I believe that your teacher's name is Ms. Bustier." Dad Apparently she must be very good, if we'd signed you up a few hours later, someone named 'Lila Rossi' would've gotten in. I saw her pictures, she doesn't look very nice. Her hair looked like droopy sausages!" he chucked.

"Nathan!" Mom gasped in an accusatory tone.

I giggled at the thought of a droopy sausaged-haired girl, and my parents took that as an "Everything is okay so you two can leave now" sign.

"Okay, sweetie, we'll leave you alone now. Love you!" Mom smiled, blowing a kiss at me.

"Love you too, Mom." I said, before turning back to the box that was mostly filled with clothes.

Mom turned and left the room, with Dad close behind her. He shut the door, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I sighed, and fell backwards onto my bed. Well, what was left of it. Now it as just a blow-up mattress on the floor, no blankets or pillows or anything.

I didn't want to move away, but it was for the best.

Couldn't be that bad, right?

Right.

I sat up, and took one last look around my soon to be old room, and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a photo had fallen out of one of the boxes.

Picking it up, I saw that it was a photo of me from in fourth grade. 

I was standing on the playground, brandishing a slightly pointed stick while trying to pose for the picture. Another kid was facing me, with a slightly larger stick. I think we were playing 'Hero and Villain'. My friends were either cheering me on or pretending to be dead bodies of the people that the other kid had 'defeated'.

I don't think that I beat them. I remember the teacher had to intervene before someone got hurt. 

To be fair, we were a bunch of 9-year-olds fighting each other with sticks.

I made it my goal that day to become a superhero myself, but that really didn't last long.

My passion was reignited for a while after Ladybug and Cat Noir appeared, but it became clear that they weren't just giving random miraculouses out to random girls and boys on the street.

Eh. The only ones that I've seen are the Cat, Ladybug, and Moth, anyway, so others might not even exist.

I think that it would get tiring, being a superhero. Having to fight Mr Pigeon, like, 18 times would get real boring REAL fast.

But it would still be cool.

I set the photo into the box that I thought it had come from, then grabbed that tape dispenser thingy that people use to seal boxes.

I can never remember what those are called. Seriously.

I realized that I was getting off-topic, and shook my head to clear my thoughts. 

A little jingling noise was heard, probably coming from the earrings I was wearing. They were pretty, but not extravagant. One was black and had a white spot, and one was white and had a black spot. I found them at a garage sale, and I thought they were pretty so I bought them.

I taped the box shut, then smiled sadly.

Goodbye, old friends...

Just then, I heard a fluttering of wings, which was super weird, considering the fact that I was inside and had no windows open.

I looked towards the noise, and saw a black butterfly floating towards me.

I stepped back in shock. I wasn't extremely upset about leaving, why was that even-

Nevermind.

I tried to imagine positive things to get it to leave.

New school, new friends, maybe my parents will cave and let me get a dog or a cat or a hamster and I'll name it-

And it left.

Jeez.

That Hawkmoth guy is efficient.

I picked up the clothing box, and started bringing it towards the outside of my no-longer-my-house.

This should be an interesting experience...

Word Count: 1033

I'm not sure whether to be sad or happy that I like this
So yeah
I'll have more to say later :)
Have a great day/night/afternoon/evening/morning/11 PM!

-Caramel