The Diary

Chapter 1

Marinette's P.O.V.

"Marinette if you don't get up right now I can and will smear my sweets all over your Adrien posters!"

My face pressed against my satin pillow, already dreading untucking myself from this warm cocoon of blankets and my jumbo cat body pillow. I realized that sometime last night I had lost feeling in my right arm, I hate that feeling.

It wouldn't hurt to lay here a bit longer, would it? What's a few more moments of peace and warmth.

Plus, I could always print more pictures of Adrien. But in reality, I'll never believe that Tikki has the heart to do that.

"Marinette I'm not joking! I'm by his winter photoshoot right now... you know it's limited edition."

I groan and pull my head from the pillow.

"Tikki, I have plenty of time."

I've been trying to improve my time management skills recently, and for good reason. Being Ladybug had me jumping and swinging all over Paris everyday, and being late to everything else left me with countless scoldings from my mother and an angry Mrs. Bustier who said, in quote, 'Marinette! If you're late one more time I'll give you detention!'

It's not like she was even a harsh teacher, she was just sick of me rushing through the door with half a doughnut in my mouth and red cheeks at 20 minutes past when I should have arrived.

Grabbing my phone, I check the time.

7:02 on the dot.

Sometimes I regret telling Tikki of my newly taken responsibility. Even as I assured her that I had set an alarm she'd wake me up fifteen minutes before it was scheduled to go off on the off chance it wouldn't.

I close my eyes and sigh. Turning over, I flip the covers off my body as the sharp coolness of air covers my legs. Shivering a bit, I rub my eyes.

I unplug my phone and climb down from my bed. Seeing Tikki hover over the winter fashion shoot edition with Adrien smiling brightly on the cover, I narrow my eyes at her. She gives a small giggle, grabs a pink macaroon from her stash, then flies into the dollhouse.

Honestly. I didn't understand.

I shake my head and take a seat at my desk. Because I was woken so early, I had time to write in my diary. I know. Such a childish thing to do. But it was comforting. Being a superhero was draining, and not having anyone to talk to about it with drove me near the point of insanity.

Though, I'd be lying if I said it only included superhero things.

Smiling to myself, I unlock the box and grab a pen from my ceramic cup.

As I began to write, I got lost in the words on the page. Letting out all my emotions before school was so soothing, I left my house ready for a new day and refreshed for new opportunities. Watching the ink scribble across the page was harmonious to me; the way it looked so bold on the parchment paper pieces held a spot in my heart. My creativity was always fighting its way out, so I'd often doodle in the margins while I tried to piece together what I wanted to write next.

I hated scribbling things out, at that point might as well rip out the whole page.

"Marinette??? What are you doing?? You'll be late for school!"

I pry my eyes away from the page, in the middle of writing a word. My eyes widen as I tap my phone and the time '7:56' screams at my vision. I quickly finish the word I'd been writing and hear Tikki flying around my room; gathering my clothes.