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Mia's POV

Waking up to the beauty of the blue, glimmering ocean and shining sand was something I've grown to get used to.  It was one of the things I'll miss the most in California.  I looked around my room, which was filled with boxes stacked on top of eachother. Sighing, I rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready for the day.

I've never moved before, but I do know that I have no interest in it.  Not only do I love California, I have to throw everything I have built up here; my friends, sports, my job, my boyfriend. I have to start all over in a completely different place across the damn country.

"Mia, are you ready?"

"Yeah, mom!"

I ran downstairs with my boxes and had the moving truck drivers deal with it while I went outside. My mother said we had an hour until we left. I quickly ran down the street to my favorite park and sat on the swing. All around me, there was joyful kids playing and parents smiling to one another. They all seemed carefree and happy. It made me realize one of the things I'm terrified of losing when I move; my innocence. And I am positive that I already slowly am.

I walked across to the beach and stared out. California was breathtaking, especially the beach. It wasn't only the looks of it, it was the people, too. Whether they were tanning or surfing or talking, everyone just seemed to escape from their shitty reality and have fun. That was what I called amazing.

As I took in my final glance at this beach for a long time, I spot two familiar faces towards the end.  They were quite close together, but I couldn't quite tell.

Delia's POV

"Justin we shouldn't be doing this," I said as he kissed down my neck, "What about Mia? You said you'd make it work with her!"

"Fuck Mia, she knows it'll turn to shit eventually. Plus, she's leaving today, so she won't catch us. C'mon baby, you know you want us together!"

I sighed. I have liked Justin since Mia said she was leaving.  But as her best friend, I knew I shouldn't be doing this. The pang of guilt went away though, when I smashed my lips into Justin's. I kissed along his jawline and back up to his lips. They were so sweet and warm. Fuck Mia, she's leaving us we deserve this... right?

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Mia's voice came from behind. I gulped.

She was furious. I guess I won't be visiting to say goodbye now.

"Mia, I-, um-," Justin started.

"Justin, you told me you loved me! You said it'll be okay! I almost booked tickets to visit you in a few months! You didn't even try! And Delia! You were supposed to b-be my best friend. Moving doesn't give you any excuse to jump on my boyfriend. ESPECIALLY the day I leave! I-..I just don't even know who to trust. And you know exactly how my trust has been betrayed before. Quite the boyfriend, quite the best friend. Thanks for saying goodbye, assholes," Mia sighed and a tear escaped her eye as she backed away. It was like she was waiting for us to say something; to say we're sorry; but I just couldn't get to it and neither could Justin. Finally, she turned around and ran.

Mia's POV

Not only was that dick cheating on me, it was with my best friend. I hated them. Despised. I was tired of people betraying me. I definitely have felt it before, but that's something I try to ignore and not discuss again. I'm just tired and ready to leave now. It's painful, but I don't know if I can be worn out anymore. As I ran away I couldn't hear the birds squawking, the waves crashing, not even the screaming children playing basketball.

Then I heard Delia scream, "I'm sorry!"

Then Justin, "I'm sorry, too!"

I turned around, gave them the finger and ran back home.

.....

"Mia, sweetie, let's get going," my mother's voice echoed in my ears.

I took a final glance at the house and entered the car. As everything faded away from me, my sadness of moving soon changed to anger. Sure, I'll miss the beauty of California, but I'm tired of sadness. I decided that this move was what I needed. I forced myself to believe that it's for my own good; that something good will happen. But I'm starting off fresh. No more sweet, little Mia. I'm not getting hurt anymore. I'm not letting anyone or anything fucking touch me. This is tough, strong Mia, bitches.

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