Do we truly know those we consider as our family?
This is the last year before the beginning of the rest of Cara and Mia lives!
Mia Carter still has one more year to spend on Angel Island before leaving, with her best friend, for Montreal to pursue...
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Chapter 2 - How to Survive a dreadful party
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Mia - Wednesday 12:02 AM
The party is in full swing as I slam the front door behind me and sit on the edge of the road in front of the house.
The beginning of September feels stifling, despite the late hour. Seeing everyone again has put me in a very good mood. Heather and I spent over an hour reminiscing about our summer, which made Anna extremely jealous for not being present. I obviously caught glimpses of Austin several times, but I carefully avoided crossing paths with him all evening, confirming that tonight is a good night. I take a deep breath and look up at the stars.
I glance down at my phone and send a message to Cara, who disappeared early in the evening, supposedly to talk to Ethan, but in my opinion, they've already claimed a room upstairs. Poor Jace will have to change the sheets...
The door slams behind me, causing me to jump. "Calm down, sweetheart, it's just me." Jet-black eyes meet mine, and I roll my eyes at Austin's mocking expression. "Wonderful," I say in a frosty tone, refocusing on my phone.
"I've been looking for you everywhere inside, but I only come across you as I'm leaving." I raise an eyebrow, looking up.
"Oh, darn, if I had known, maybe I would have avoided you less, although..." As I finish my sentence, my gaze is suddenly drawn to his chest, partially exposed by his loose black t-shirt. Next to his necklace, I see a black mark and guess it's a tattoo.
"Stop staring, Carter, my eyes are up here," he says, accompanied by a hand gesture to divert my gaze. "So, you've decided to become a bad boy now?" I point to his tattoo, and he gives me a big smile. "Are you finally interested in me? I'm so flattered..."
I straighten up a bit too quickly to face him but regain my balance before he grabs my forearm. I smooth the bottom of my long dress and conclude this irritating conversation. "You don't interest me at all, Austin. We'll see during the week how to arrange our schedule for the English group, OK?" He runs a hand through his blond hair and locks his gaze with mine. "OK," he starts to walk away, putting on his headphones, and adds,
"Have a good night, language partner."
"Oh, shut up!" I have to admit that this joke brings a smile to my face, and Austin notices it immediately. "But it seems that Carter CAN smile, ladies and gentlemen!" he starts laughing when something stops him abruptly. Or rather, someone.
A scream echoes.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and recognizing the voice, I shout as I rush towards the source of the noise,
