(Edward POV) (A/N: This chapter covers sensitive subjects. Feel free to skip to the next chapter)

I return home from my friend's house to see my mum downing a bottle of one of the most expensive wines in Paris. This is normal ever since my dad and his father left. My Mother's  life  practically revolved around him. The way she would always squeal "adrikins!!" and cling to him as soon as he got home from work. He fakes a smile. Ever since I was young I noticed he wasn't happy in the relationship, always putting off dinner dates because of "work". I know that wasn't the reason. I dodge smashed glass on the floor. Mother must be so drunk she dropped her glass. She's so entranced by her soap opera on the television she doesn't notice me. I clear my throat, wanting her attention. None is given. I clear my throat again, louder this time. "AHEM."She still doesn't notice. Ugh. This time I shout in frustration. "MOTHER!"

"Oh! Hi sweetie. The foods in the fridge." She exclaims carelessly waving her hand.

I stare at my slightly plump stomach. How dare she suggest that! I do not go straight to the fridge! I'm not fat! Well.. actually.. I do go straight to the fridge.. ugh anyway! "Mother you dropped your wine glass!" I point out.

"Did I? Sorry. The maid will clear it up."

"Mother, the maid left 2 hours ago."

"YOU DO IT THEN!" She snaps, drunk.

Ew. Cleaning. Fine, I'll have to do it. Only this once. How dare the maid leave and let mother get this drunk! I scramble around the cupboards for a dustpan and brush, just to make a trail of mess behind me from what I've searched through. I scowl at the sight. This is why I leave cleaning to the maid. 

I rush to brush up the glass pieces into the dustpan. Ironically, the dustpan is covered in dust. Ugh, disgusting. I scrape up the pieces ferociously, wanting it to be over with. As I do so, my hand clumsily slips from the brush into the shining glass shards, pointing upward. I scream in agony. Mother doesn't even flinch. Luckily, our neighbor hears and calls an ambulance. I rock like a baby in the corner, paralysed from pain. My friends say I was overreacting, but I think it was perfectly appropriate to act the way I did. 

At the hospital I got only the finest and highest quality doctor to clean the wound and wrap a bandage around it. The shard had gone quite deep into my palm. I ride home in a black limousine, showing my family's wealth. Once I open the door Mother is squealing. 

"Edward!! My baby are you okay!!??" She hugs me far too tight, almost squeezing the life out of me. 

"I WOULD be okay if you hadn't of dropped that wine glass in the first place!" I hiss in a cold tone. Mother goes on about how it was the maids fault for not being here. Liar. We both know it was the end of her shift. I turn to walk up the stairs but she stops me. 

"There was a black box on the table for you, feel free to open it." Mother informs me.

"Okay. But my birthday is in three months." I question. Mother simply shrugs. 

I hurry upstairs in anticipation, eager to open the mysterious box. I already have an admirer! I giggle. I hear the butler let himself in. Thank goodness he's here. I don't want Mother wandering around Paris under no supervision. I reach the top of the spiralling stairs and stroll lightly into my room. Familiar baby blue walls surround me, the chandelier scattering light in all directions. I sit gracefully into my seat by my birch wood desk, neatly placing the box there. 

A smile stretches across my face as I twirl in my seat, enjoying the luxuries of my grandfathers money. Finally I stop once I feel dizzy, and tease myself by almost opening the box, then giggling and making "oo" noises. However, I get to an abrupt stop when a voice from the box mumbles angrily. "Just open me already! Sheesh!"

"E-eh?!" I fall off my seat in shock. Something- someone just spoke! From inside the box! I must be hallucinating! Not wishing to anger the mysterious voice any further, I open the box.

A flash of red whizzes past me and settles in the air in front of me. I blink in disbelief. "A HUGE RED HORNET! AHH!" I flail around, trying to shoo it out the window.

"Stop it! I'm not a bee! I'm a kwami!" It says in desperation. It has an annoying, high voice.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?! A TALKING LADYBUG?!"

"No! I'm a being that can grant you powers by going into your miraculous! I make you a superhero!" It explains

"WHAT'S A MIRACULOUS??!"

"You ask too many questions. It's those earrings in the box there." 

"Are you telling me. I. Edward Bourgeois. Have to get MY PRECIOUS EARS PIERCED TO BECOME A BUG- SUPERHERO?" I ask in frustration 

"Yeah, basically."

I almost faint. This is way too overwhelming for my fragile mind. 

"Have you heard of ladybug?"

"The superhero? Yes, of course. Everyone has."

"You're her. Except a boy. I'm what used to turn her into ladybug."

"No wayyy."

"Yes way."

I squeal with excitement. I'm a superhero! Now everyone at school will surely praise me if they aren't already! I chuckle at the thought. It speaks.

"I know what you're thinking. But you cannot tell anyone. Otherwise your powers  will be taken away from you."

I frown with disappointment. Awe. I was gonna be so popular. I mean, I still am but, even my enemies would like me. Oh well. I decide to introduce myself to the kwami.

"Well.. hi. My name is Edward Bourgeois, son of Chloe Bourgeois."

"I'm tikki!" She exclaims. I shake her tiny hand with nothing but the tip of my finger.

"Well, okay tikki. When do I start?"

Suddenly, I hear screams from outside.

"Now." 

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