"Mom, I can't find my journal! Have you see it!"

"For crying out loud, Y/n. Quite making such a mess."

"It's funny you mentioned it, Myra. But we're moving?" To prove your point, you gesture the boxes littered everywhere. "That's kinda like the whole point."

"The whole point is to retrieve and shove, seal and drag. And if I were you, I'd just buy a new one."

"I can't." You groan for the hundredth time. "I've written way to many important stuffs in that book and I can't- definitely won't leave it behind."

Myra rolls her eyes, peering out the window. "Well, in that case. You better hope you find it soon. The moving vans just pulled over and you still haven't finished packing all of your belongings- what the heck are you doing?"

"I found it." You practically fall on the floor in relief, journal glued to your chest. "It was behind one of the boxes."

After a moment of silence, Myra smacks her face in disbelief. "Stop lying there and start packing then. You better have everything in their boxes before I return."

You nod your head and start doing as she says.

When Myra flees the box cluttered room, your kwami flies out from it's hiding spot with a mini ball in between it's hands. "I told you it was behind that box."

"You weren't specific enough."

Bada rolls his crystal blue eyes to the side and flies close to poke his ball against your cheek. "You don't listen. Do you think you can handle all these by yourself? You spent the whole day searching for that book you barely packed any of your things."

"Then what do you call that?" You jab a thumb behind your shoulder, indicating the boxes with your name scribbled on it. In return, Bada points at the things still present outside.

"I'm talking about these."

You tap your chin in thought. "You know, I could pack these all up in a minute if I transformed."

The idea sounds splendid. Not only will you save time, it'll make the task ten times more fun.

"No."

"Why not?" You wail, expressing depression through your eyes. "I'm desperate, Bada. Help me out here."

"I've told you this before, and I'm telling you this now: you can't use your powers for personal reasons."

"Says who!"

The little kwamis' eyes minefast a look of naturalism. Like he's used to have this behavior from you. "Says me."

In the end, you huff in defeat and start doing your work manually. "Fine. If you say so."

It's a new year and a promotion had welcomed your family with open arms.

A lot of changes are about to take place and first thing on the list: is your location.

You and your family will soon be moving to Paris: the city of love.

New surroundings, new house, new school, new faces and definitely, new friends.

You're not exactly looking forward to the transition but it'll probably be a fun experience.

The place you're moving to is protected by the famous duo, Ladybug and Chat Noir.

It's only ever been a dream of yours to meet them in person.

And with this chance, maybe you just might.

When the last box goes inside the van, your family sets off to the airport.