Hey, I'm Mira Banks! I am 16 and I just graduated Saws High School. I have rainbow eyes that change according to my mood. I have a nice curvy body, with a light tan. I also have reddish-purple hair with streaks that also changes with my mood.
I was dancing on the way home listening to my music when James, the school's “IT” boy, pulled up near me laughing. He yelled, “Hey loser! You don't even have an ass to shake! ” Man, he gets me pissed off when he talks.
“At least I'm no dumb ass like you! I fortunately don't have to be in school anymore!” I yelled back as he drove off. My mom called and told me there would be guests coming over in an hour and that I needed to look nice. I hung up and I started sprinting home. I noticed that the door was open, so I slowed down until I was slowly walking on the steps not making a sound. Before I got to the door, I put on my wrist guards and my knuckle wraps. You see, I'm a street fighter/dancer. When I got into the doorway, I heard my mom chuckling to herself mumbling about how “she will be gone forever.” I didn't hear anything else, so I yelled that I was home and went to shower and get dressed. Now, don't get me wrong, I am normally a happy kid, but when I am at home, I am beaten black 'n' blue; though the bruises don't normally show. The reason they don't show is because my mom is a very strong witch and can control body coloring.
