Hate (Daniel & Mia)

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Mia's POV

It's the first day of hell. I mean school. But it's all the same thing right? Another year of moving, then new people finding out, new bullies.

Finding out what, you may ask?

I'm suicidal. It's very common these days. Very common to just say you are when you really aren't. It's irritating.

I actually am suicidal. My parents died when I was young. Murdered, to be exact. No one took me in, or cared. I was on my own for a few years till my gramma adopted me.

By on my own I mean living in the streets. And yes, I did still go to school. There's yet another open window for bulling.

It sounds like I'm probably fine by now, but no, that's not the case. People still make fun of me. I have no friends. None, whatsoever.

Isn't my life dandy? I know, right.

Well try living it yourself.

"You're Mia Black?" the principal guy asks.

Fuck yeah my last name's black, just like my soul.

"Yep," I mumble.

"I'm Principal Alonso. I'll get Daniel Miller to show you around school."

"Okay."

"Daniel Miller, please report to the principal's office. Daniel Miller, please report to the principal's office. Thank you," he says into the intercom.

A tall boy with short brown hair and blue eyes steps into the room not even seconds later, very out of breath.

"What's... up... Principal- Alonso."

"You're finally here, Mr. Miller."

Finally? Shit.

"This is Mia, our new student," Mr. Alonso continues. "Can you show her around the school?"

"Yes, sir. Mia, follow me."

I get up off my chair and follow Daniel out the door. We walk around for a bit and he shows me my locker.

"This is your locker," he smiles.

"I see."

"Well anyways, I guess I'll see you around. If you need shit, text me," Daniel gestures to his number written on a piece of paper taped to my locker. "Bye."

He walks away.

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