Hima Mai and her story

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Mai was small standing 5'1, slim form, with an hourglass shape, she always hid under her large hoodie.

She has brown eyes almost always covered by contacts blue ones, and black and dark red hair.

Mia's P.O.V

BEEP...BEEP...BEEP...BE-

I turn over and slap my alarm. Looking at the clock,it's 9am I sigh as I roll out of bed putting on a pair of dark black leggings and tank top and my black hoodie I always wear. Brushing my hair and teeth while I let the breakfast cook. When I finally get done with my morning routine I head out to the hangout. Looking at the clock and seeing it's 10:15 I rush off, "If I'm late again they will kill me." I said, heading off with a a bit of speed.

See I've never had an easy life, I remember when I was little and I hadn't eaten in days I felt so tired I couldn't move, I was lucky that day, It was a day my mother had showed up to check on me. I could see the track marks on her arms, which sounds bad but if she was high she was a better mother, she didn't hit me for anything she was nice she cooked she cleaned. She saved me, stayed for a few days She made a lot of food, cleaned, she taught me how to cook that time. It was short lived about a week later the drugs ran out and so did she, but not before she said "Because you're a burden to us, me and your father will not be coming back and we don't want you to look for us." She turned away and walked out of my life for good.that was when I was 7. They paid for the appointment but never came back.

I was just getting off the train next to the hang out as I was walking out to the street three guys ran into me, "aye watch where you're going." I turned and yelled. They keep going but yelled back, they were sorry. I roll my eyes and keep walking.I walkout on the busy street seeing the business of the city.I continue down the sidewalk turning down an alley way. Walking down an alley way I hear fireworks and look up staring, then I hear a big boom and feel the ground shake. Then silence.

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