The New Guy

Chapter 4- Lemonade... And not the Beyonce kind.

A/N** Melanie Reynolds everyone^^ AKA Mias best friend.
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MIA'S POV

It was Thursday, December 9th. Kyle's second day at New Brook.

My stomach churned and tied in knots when I replay the activities from yesterday.

My running into him, him throwing my keys, me slapping the shit out of him-- my favorite--, my flushing his things down the toilet.

Oh, God, Mi.. Why do you let anger control you, fuel you.

I remember my mother's kind words. "Anger will fuel you and fill you with gratitude for a short period of time. Then, you'll be empty. If you're kind, grace and poise will become of you, eternally, Mia Beth."

My mother always did have a way with words. I loved her for that. I loved her for what she did to calm me, make me laugh, make me happy. Despite the fact she was sick and couldn't save herself., she wasn't selfish or greedy with her time. She wanted my life to be extraordinary.

I loved my mother. Endlessly.

I shove these thoughts to the back of my head and reach into my closet I grab out a tight black long sleeve shirt, a burgundy circle scarf and jeans. I'll wear my black suede booties with this, I guess.

Fashion wasn't my favorite thing in the world, I loved music.

The beautiful sounds of a piano whistling, the steady beat of a drum, the haunted echoes left behind by a violin. I loved the sounds it made.

I could only play piano, but I was damn good at it.

I had been taking piano lessons since I was 7 years old. I stopped my junior year at New Brook. I didn't have enough time to go to lessons.. and it brings back too many memories of my mother.

I simply just play for pleasure now. I know hundreds of songs and melodies to play. From time to time, I'll teach my little sister how to play certain easy songs.

Leah enjoyed knowing that she could do what mother and I could do. That she was capable of playing just like us. She was my happiness now.

I vowed to mother that I would take care of Leah. She was 8, now and as beautiful as ever. I never wanted anything to happen to her. God knows I'd kill the son of bitch that dared to touch her.

Ever since my mom died a little over a year ago, my dad has been very distant. He's not giving the support to Leah and I, as he should.

Leah needs a father in her life, but my dad doesn't seem to notice. He's so distracted by his depression and self pity that he doesn't care that Leah and I need him.

I could care less if he tried to pay attention to me. I'm more worried about my little sister. I want her to get attention from her father. It wasn't fair. I had more than enough memories with my dad from when I was little. Now was the time he was supposed to be making them with Leah.

But, he was failing, and I blame him so much.

I run down the stairs and out the front door, after getting ready. I didn't want a repeat of what happened yesterday with my father.

On my way, I picked up Morgan and Isabella.

Morgan was funny and lovely. She was full of life and personality. Every one was drawn to her and her huge heart. I loved Mo so much. She gave me laughter I needed.

Isabella was kind and sweet. She was quiet and striking at the same time. She had the biggest heart and love for everyone that I'd ever seen. She gave me the love I needed.