It's Always Been You (Miraculous Ladybug Future)

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Author's note: This story starts on January 31st, 2048. Our protagonists are sixteen. '

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I stand up quickly. Pick up my things, toss them on the bed, duck.

It's the first day of school and I can't find my snow boots anywhere. I've been searching for about seven minutes and a half when I finally find them under my bed. I put them on quickly and head for the kitchen. Maman is making breakfast for my first day of school. I sit down to eat with her.

"Where's Dad?" I ask.

"Ton père est a la maison chez..." She nibbles on her toast. "He's at your aunt's house getting a few materials."

I nod. My whole life I've spoken in French with my mother, and in English with my father. I'm grateful for being bilingual at such a young age, and it's all because of their weird parenting habits.

I finish my plate and put it in the sink to be washed lately... by me probably. Ugh. I usually only have fruit for breakfast or some chocolate milk, but since it's my first day at a new school, maman decided to make some toast and pancakes. I hear her say that she's leaving for work and I run to kiss her cheek goodbye.

Once again in my room, I look around. There are two floor to ceiling windows that make the space somehow feel bigger. Then there's just a bed and boxes. Boxes everywhere. We moved in two days ago. Today's the first Monday at the new house, and I couldn't be more nervous to go to my school. Dad showed me the way yesterday, I think I remember how to get there.

I grab my backpack and my hat and leave, turning the lock three times. As I walk, I check the time. 7:46am. So much for arriving early at school! It starts in 15 minutes and that's just about the time I can get there in.

I catch the bus just in time. I'm relieved... Until I miss my stop. If I weren't so busy listening to the new Taylor Swift album, woodvale, maybe I would've noticed when the bus stopped at my school. Now I've got to walk an extra five minutes. Just what I needed.

The weather is very chilly here in Paris, unlike in Barcelona, where I used to live. I curse mother nature for sending snow today. I don't enjoy the snow very much.

I'm suddenly distracted from my thoughts when a middle aged woman crashes into me. Next thing I know I'm on the floor and I'm missing an airpod.

"Oh, I'm such a klutz!" She sighs, handing me my missing airpod. "I'm so sorry." She's got silky black hair and the most perfect nose I've ever seen. I'm confused as to how she looks fully Chinese yet has the bluest eyes.

I giggle. "No worries, it happens."

"Let me help you up, dear."

I thank her and look at my watch. I'm gonna be late! I say goodbye to her, wishing her a nice day and all as I hurry to school. Will I ever see her again?

I reach the door and walk in with the last few students, but my next problem comes along now... I've no idea what or where my class is. I walk into the room next door labeled "Bureau du Directeur".

The principal seems friendly as I talk to him. I ask him for my schedule and my class number. As I'm leaving, Mr. Dupont says, "You have a slight Spanish accent. Are you from there?"

I shake my head. "I'm from right here, but my family has lived in Barcelona for a few years..." I say confidently. The other day I learned that if I speak with confidence, people will like me more. I am trying that out today.

"Interesting, I've never been. Well, good meeting you, Mlle. Garnier."

I thank him for everything and head up a staircase to the second floor, looking out for my classroom door. I'm in class 4B. Finally I find it! It's right at the end of the hall.