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I struggled.

I struggled every waking minute of everyday while lying in a hospital bed, unable to do anything. Moving to China was something amazing, it truly was an experience and I don't regret a single thing while being in this wonderful place surrounded by all of those who I love an love me back.

Unfortunately, we all know how my bad luck always striking at the worst times, I became sick. A disease that attacked the back of my brain near the stem. I would be paralyzed right now, lucky me my eyesight was only slowly disappearing and the disease decided to stop growing and disappear over time after receiving treatment and medication.

Mom and Dad would always be by my side. The moment they broke the news to me that I eventually was going turn out blind, I never wanted to stop looking them.

I sat in my hospital bed, looking at my surroundings, taking in the scenery outside of the trees. I took in the very last bit of detail that I laid my eyes apon. I took in the colors, wondering if I'd able to recall what colors are after dealing with being blind after some years because I knew deep down I'd forget what they are.

Most importantly, I kept a picture in my hands at all times, occasionally I would glance at it hoping I wouldn't ever forget how the smiles of my friends faces looked like. I miss them terribly. Alya, Nino and most importantly Adrien. I studied their faces night and day, but as time passes by so did my vision.

Everyday I felt everything become fuzzier and more unclear than it did the day before. That never stopped me from looking at the picture I held with my best friends. Eventually, it was the last thing I saw before waking up the very next day seeing nothing but black.

Eventually, by the time I was 13 I was let out of the hospital and taken home. I spent time practicing reading in Braile, walking with my cane and typing on my computer. I got used to my new life style quickly and was able to carry on like how I used to.

It was my 17th birthday when I got the news that we were going back Paris. I could have never been so excited in my entire life. I loved the idea of meeting my friends again that I completely forgot the fact that I had no way of knowing where they were. For all I knew, they left Paris and moved elsewhere. As for us, we were going to move back to the same place we left. My parents shut down their current bakery in China and open it in France.

I felt so many emotions just talking about it with maman and papa. I felt so happy and exited that I felt so sick all at the same time. I could picture my parents smiling face in my head which made me smile.

It took hours just to fly back to Paris and I chose to keep myself busy. I wrote in my diary about anything, I played my music and I even listened to a few audiobooks. Occasionally, I'd hear a little kid which I presumed was in the seats right next to ours, ask his mother. "Why is she just staring at the seat" the mother wouldn't answer him and instead tell him to hush up and stop asking.

At one point the mother got up to go to the bathroom and I felt the little kids gaze dead set on me. I bit my lip and turned my head in his direction. Honestly, it probably creeped him out but you can blame me. I can't tell

"Hi!" The little boy shouted. I flinched and smiled. "Hey" I answered. I sense him coming closer. "Why do you stare at everything?" Damn, this kid gets straight to the point. "Well, you see I'm blind" I can tell he was a bit confused, I'm not surprised he was probably 4 or 5. "What does that mean?" I chuckled. "It means I can't see" he became quiet.

I heard tiny footsteps and then felt hands touch my face. "I hope you'll get to see again. Don't give up!" He cheered. I laughed. If only he knew that it was impossible to regain my eyesight again.

"I won't"

After landing in Paris, we took a bus to the Bakery. I heard papa mention delivery trucks were on their way on bringing the rest of our stuff to the house. Maman suggested going to the store and buy some treats for the truck drivers for all their hard work. I would stay and open the store and get to know my new surroundings.

It was harder than I thought.

I bumped into almost everything and I think I broke a few things after they fall down and crash into the floor. I decided to wait for the exploring. Instead I waited outside and typed on my computer. About a few blocks away I can hear a girl complaining.

"I said gold, not silver. It'll look way better on my car don't you understand anything? I'll have you know my father can and will get rid of your business seeing how poor the service is"

I rolled my eyes. God, she sounds such a prissy little rich girl complaining about almost anything. Taking everything for granted and not realizing how lucky she was able to have everything she wanted. Her voice drew closer to which I turned my head towards. I felt a small push coming from my shoulder. My computer fell from my hands and knocked my cane from beside me. Hearing it fall to the floor with a loud smack terrified me. It was probably broken...

THATS EVEN WORSE.

That thing cost a lot of money and it won't be easy trying to replace it. I touch around, feeling the cold ground. In search of my tablet, I felt someone push it up towards my fingers. Grabbing it, I felt around for the wall, just to make sure I wasn't going to fall when I stood up.

"Sorry about that, I wasn't watching where I was-oh wow you exactly like someone I knew" The girl who apparently was the one who bumped into me said. A small snort was heard.

"Look at that Sabrina, miss comic book geek has an actual friend over than that DJ freak"

It was that prissy brat I heard from earlier. I grit my teeth, hold back my mean comment. She somehow knew the person who bumped into me, and still decided to start bulling her.

"Dont you have to go to your daddy to complain to? I mean you do it all the damn time. I guess that's what a bitchy brat like you does in her spare time huh?" The girl shot back. I smiled. Hearing a scoff and a nothing but high heels clicking on the sidewalk and slowly become softer.

This person mentioned I looked like someone she knew, Sometimes I forget what I look like, then I remember maman saying; "All you need to remember is Dark hair, Ocean blue eyes, pale-ish skin with freckles on her cheeks" anyone can honestly have those characteristics.

"O-oh? What's her name?" I ask There was a small pause. "Marinette Dupain-Cheng" she said happily. My eyes widened... But he could only mean one thing...

"Alya?!"

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P.S sorry for grammar, didn't have time to edit.