Living In Fantasy

Meeting Miah and Max

~ Miah ~

Her finger tips grazed the light blue rail, as her feet gently stepped down each stair. Wind was blowing on a beautiful Saturday, and the clouds were shapping into magnificent beings. Her hair was a light shade of brown, wildly sprawled to her shoulders. Miah was outside of her school, atemptting to ditch the scene she hated most. School to Miah was like Jail, it was exactly why she made sure that nobody caused her trouble.

"Miah Anderson!" a loud voice boomed from the top of the stairs. One glance, and Miah quickly dashed faster towards the main gates to exit the bloody hell. "Get back here right now!" Not only was the elder a teacher, she was her Aunt. "God dammit Miah! Get back here or I'll tell your mother!" She paused in her steps, looking down at the flower petal flats she wore. Her ankles were pale, and the veins popped with the sun. She looked back at her Aunt and winced. "Go ahead. It's not like she's ever home anyway."

Miah ran, ran as fast as she could. Away from the terrible place that called her names, and dared to smush her into the tiniest locker of them all. "Miah!" Her faint yelling only cheered Miah on. Wind blowing through her thick messy hair, and the sun shinning at its brightest. 'Run Miah run as fast as your feet could go.' Was all her head would yell.

Miah came to a stop, resting her hands on her knees to catch her breath. Sweat trickled from her temple, and a grin crossed her somewhat open lips. Her palms reached to her hips, and she looked up into the sky. It reminded her of the old days use to spend she had with her father. Before the the fire, Miah's dad was the only person who understood her. Spent time with her, hung out, and taught her. She didn't need school. She just needed her dad.

Ever sense he died, it was like living in a cave with her mom. Only her mother was already moving on to the next caveman who had more rocks than the cave itself.

"Hey..." a clear calm voice startled Miah, and she stood in a position, ready to run.

~*~

"Hey..." The girl stood as if she was going to run away. Max wasn't trying to scare her, he was only going to ask why she was in the middle of the road. "Calm down. I'm not trying to harm you. If that's what you were thinking." Max held up his hands so she knew he was unarmed. The girl, clenched her fists, but slowly unraveled from her stance. "I'm Max."

"Miah." her voice was soft, and spine chilling. "What are you doing?" Max asked, resting his arms, and raising an eyebrow. "I'm running. What does it look like?"

"Looks like you're waiting for a death. Are you aware you're standing in the middle of the street?"

"Maybe. Whats it to you? We aren't friends."

"I don't want to witness anyone dying."

"Hmph."

The girl began to run again, although before she could take another step, Max grabbed her forearm, and she paused. "Unhand me." The girl didn't mind to turn around, she just stood with her back towards Max. He breathed, and gripped her arm. "I was just-"

***SMACK!***

"..." Miah's hand met Max's cheek. The wind burned against his skin, which made his face red. "Going to ask if I could run with you." Max growled, feeling around his cheek.

"Why would you want to run with me? I don't even know you, and for all you know, I could be a serial killer." Miah stood straight and scrunched her face. Not only was Max annoying her, he was fascinating her. It wasn't everyday somebody wanted to actually tolerate Miah.

"I don't mind having a jog." Max sighed, rubbing his cheek and standing straight. Miah crossed her arms and looked away. She seemed to have a pity face, and max knew exactly why. "Why aren't you at school?" Miah snorted.