P.laris Project: Affinities

004. Project: The First Leap

Mia's POV

Morning, was not my favorite time of the day. Having my phone buzzing next to me I groaned. Scrabbling around, my hand landed on my phone. I didn't want to open my eyes. With great effort I lifted my head. Bleary eyed, I checked my phone.

An Amber alert showed on the screen. Placing my phone on the night stand, I placed my head on my pillow to fall asleep again. It was saturday morning I could sleep in. I couldn't find myself drifting off to dreamland. Sighing I sat up, seven AM sunlight drifted through a lightly curtained window. On cream colored walls hung posters of far off places and glamorous people. The floor had clothes and shoes littering it. The closet door was closed yet still some garments leaked out. The large vanity sat adjacent to me. the makeup tucked away in its place.

Pushing the turquoise blankets away I swung my feet aside and they touched the floor. Quickly crouching down I pulled out the small bag that hid underneath my bed. Pulling it out, I unzipped it. The black material opening to reveal its contents. Burn Phones stared up at me. I had a large collection. My own Iphone next to me. I went through them one by one. Checking. Dad was smart, I knew he wouldn't use the one we last used.

Found it! I pulled out the black phone. A silver sharpie 5 written on the side. A voice mail. Quickly punching in the passcode I listened. Dad's low voice came through the device.

" Hey Pumpkin. No luck with your mom huh, we'll find away. You have your mother's stubbornness. I know you won't give up. I looked into your weird instance at your moms work. I don't know what happened. Weird stuff has been happening all over the place. I want you to stay safe. I'll look into some more. I love you. Sorry this is so short, I've been busy and service rarely works at the moment. I'll call you with anything. I love you Mia."

The message stopped. It was short. I listened to it a few more times. I missed My father dearly. I had these phones since I moved here from Columbia. The divorce was messy and long. I gazed at the phones in the bag. My only contact with my father. Mother wouldn't let me see him. Seeing as she won the custody battle, I had to listen to her, until I turn eighteen. Two years away. Only two more years.

My stomach rumbled breaking me out of my thoughts. Standing up I quickly made my way out of the room. Down the stairs and into the kitchen. Mother was already sitting at the small breakfast nook. The kitchen was large and had a eat in kitchen style. The white cabinets and new silver appliances glowed, the sunlight reflecting off of them.

"Morning." She didn't look up at me. Her dark hair up in a tight bun. Even on a saturday she was professional.

"Morning." I responded, trying to keep emotion out of my voice. Grabbing some bread, butter and started to make my breakfast. No sound was made out of either of us. Finishing Up I grabbed a plate and escape the awkward tension and ran back upstairs.

Sitting on my bed, I pulled out my phone. Only one message appeared on my phone. The App had always been odd. Appearing out of nowhere along with the hearts. Always keeping in time with my own. It was scary in the beginning. Now it was nothing. It was normal which was weird. Whoever Polaris was I wanted words with them.

"I swear if this is Classi-fucking-fied talking about nothing important, I might just scream." muttering as I unlocked my phone. Opening up the purple app, I waited for the words of Classified to appear. Taking a bite of my toast. It wasn't a text from Classified.

Delphi: MIA, You need to run. People are coming for you. They know what happened at your mother's work. Polaris says you need to head north. These People are bad. Mia please run.

I think I lost my appetite. They knew. I got up, rushing to my room and started packing. Wait! How did they know. I thought that we couldn't use names, kinda like a creepy club where they sell slaves and drugs and shit; like the stuff you see on tv.