I didn't realize how much I loved him until he wasn't mine to love anymore.
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Mia is a girl oblivious to love. Emotionally broken.
Lucas is a boy who is somehow always happy.
This is a short story about Mia trying to regain Lucas's heart and atte...
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8 Months Later
Only two more hours to go.
I've been cooped up in a small Sedan for approximately sixteen hours and I think I'm going insane. My sister won't stop whining, my mom won't stop smacking my father's arm anytime he drives too fast, and my dad won't listen to my mom.
I'm not necessarily helping the situation either.
But when those two hours finally pass and we pull up to a beautiful beach house just about a quarter mile away from the shoreline, the I decide that drive was well worth the wait.
I'm one of those people who can't just leap out of the car and go frolicking around in the ocean; I need to bring my belongings up to my designated room beforehand. To save myself an extra trip, I sling my backpack over my shoulder and tuck my pillow under my arm. Of course, my dad asks for help unloading all of his cooking supplies from the trunk, and of course, I say yes. However, my first order of business anytime we travel somewhere is to secure my suitcase and other bags inside the building. So I'm going to do just that.
I grunt with each step I take to ascend the staircase. The blue painted wooden steps were built ridiculously steep. I reach the top a huffing and puffing mess; I really need to start working out again. Looking at my body in the mirror, I feel disgusted and—
No! You are your own kind of unique beautiful. It's an everyday struggle to convince myself of this, but I've made significant progress over the past eight months.
My mom ascends the stairs behind me, dragging her suitcase—with some difficulty—up the stairs. She sets the suitcase by me, smiles, and then heads towards the door. I groan and drag her suitcase with me along with all of my belongings.
A nice grinning woman is there to greet us. I'm guessing she's one of my mom's friends that I haven't met yet so I just smile and wave timidly.
"Mia!" She exclaims, drawing me into a hug. I tense and then hesitantly hug her back. What is happening right now?
"I thought you were supposed to be flying in a day later!"
I wish, I think to myself. Our group interpretation didn't make it to state but our contest play did, so I ended up going to state for one day before leaving shortly with my parents and sister. We're renting a large beach house with a handful of their friends. However, I wasn't aware of how much my parents talked about me until now. A swell of pride and warmth bursts through me at the thought. My parents are proud of me.
"Uh, no we didn't make it to state," I respond, my lips turning downwards into a frown.
"Oh no, that's too bad!" She says, mirroring my frown, "but at least you're here a day early!"
"Yup!" I attempt to match her enthusiasm when really, I'm still upset.
She opens the door for us after hugging and greeting my mom. Both of them chatter aimlessly while I brim with impatience. I would prefer to lug everything upstairs before associating with a handful of people I'm merely acquaintances with.
