Mia's Story

Chapter 1

     The fierce wind whipped through Mia's long dark hair as she stood waiting on the top of a great skyscraper. Most people called her crazy for being up so high, but Mia just ignored them. She loved how close she felt so close to the stars, almost as if she could touch them. She closed her eyes and imagined jumping up and never coming down, forever living in a magical world away from anyone. She reached up, feeling the moisture of a cloud. It felt amazing. But then her fantasy was washed away by the sound of her boss calling her down. She opened her eyes and realized how much time had passed. She opened the hatch, climbed down and ran over to the elevator, frantically pushing all the buttons. Once the elevator finally got to the first floor, the doors slowly opened. Mia didn't wait for them to fully open. She squeezed through, yelling things like "Excuse me!" and "Pardon me!" as she ran through the crowd of waiting people. Everyone gave her dirty looks and looked annoyed but nobody seemed to really mind. Mia was always late for everything, so the people were pretty used to it. Mia ran to the doors and... WHAM! All of the waiting people looked over to see what the commotion was. Mia was on the marble floor, rubbing her sore nose and muttering to herself. She looked up. The little sign on the door read "Pull" . "Oh... sorry everyone... how embarrassing... " she blushed. She got up and opened the door and ran straight into her boss. "Oh my gosh! I'm soo sorry, Mr. Bush!" Mr. Bush rolled his eyes. "Mia, darling, when will you learn to quit sight-seeing? Jared took your shift and I'm sure he's not happy with you." " Oh, I'm so sorry Mr. Bush! You see I had a mix up. I thought the "pull" door was a "push" door and it just confused me..." Mr. Bush sighed. "Come, dear." They walked down the sidewalk, and into the small coffee shop where Mia worked. Before Mia could say or do anything, a very grumpy Jared shoved an apron in Mia's hands and trudged away. Mia shrugged, put on her apron on and got to work. Mr. Bush went into his office and slammed the door. Mia flinched. He always was angry with her. Once the work day was over, Mia cleaned up and left. There was no point in saying "Goodbye" when nobody was going to reply. Mia walked over to the building next door, the New York Times building, and tapped on the glass. Hannah rolled her eyes and smiled. She walked over to the door and unlocked it. "Do you think I could maybe... come up with you?" she asked. Mia smiled. "Of course, I'd love that."