The One That I Want (Carter Reynolds fanfic)

Chapter 1

Mia's POV

I was finally moving. Away from my abusive parents and from the bullying. I was going to live with my Grandma in North Carolina. I had no idea what would happen there. Would I be bullied at school again? I had no idea. The taxi pulled up at a surprisingly big house. I jumped out of the taxi and grabbed my two suitcases. Suddenly the door of the house opened and my grandma came out with her arms wide open. I left my suitcases and ran into them.

"Mia, how are you?" She asked in her Mexican accent. Yeah, I'm half Mexican, seeing as she's my mom's mom.

"I'm great Mima." I replied. She hated it when I called her grandma. (A/N it is pronounced mee-ma) She picked up the 2 boxes containing my stuff while I brought in my 2 suitcases with my clothes and shoes in them. She led me up to a decent sized room with a balcony and a small attic. My jaw dropped when I turned around to see a walk-in closet.

"Do you like it?" She asked.

"Like it? I love it Mima, this is too much." I said, hugging her again.

"Nothing is too much for you Mia." She said before leaving me to unpack. The room was even painted my favourite colour, royal blue. The room was way better than I expected. I mean, all I needed was a decent sized room with a closet, a window and a bed and I would have been perfectly happy.

Just as I had finished putting all my clothes away, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

"Mia, I have a student in 5 minutes. Try to keep it down a little?" She said. I nodded and she left. My grandma is a maths tutor. People, usually teenagers, come to her to improve their maths so that they don't fail high school. I heard the front door open and so I assumed it was a student. My stomach grumbled and I realised I hadn't eaten since I left Arizona. I was actually curious to see who the student was, so this was a good excuse. I pulled on a jacket, because I was cold, and then crept downstairs and into the kitchen. From there I had a good view of who was in the living room. It was a girl, around my age. From what I could see, she had black hair and sort of grey eyes. She saw me looking over and smiled at me. My grandma turned to see what the girl was smiling at and smiled at me as well. I waved and then started to make a sandwich for myself. I quickly ran back upstairs and pretty much inhaled my sandwich. I didn't realise how hungry I had gotten. Then I went on to Instagram and saw the hate comments I was getting from the bullies at my last school. Tears had already started to pour out of my eyes. Those bullies were part of the reason that I cut. Also because of the constant abuse from my alcoholic parents. My grandma knew about these cuts. And so did everyone that ever saw me in a t-shirt. I don't hide them, there's no point. People would know if I tried to hide them anyway. After I read over all the comments, reminding myself that I am worthless, someone knocked on my door. I tried my best to wipe away the tears but I knew I would just have to answer the door looking like a hot mess.

"Hi, I'm Kennedy." She introduced herself. One of my grandma's students.

"I'm Amelia, but I go by Mia." I said.

"Why were you crying Mia?" She asked softly. I could tell we were going to be friends.

"Uh, it's a long story."

"I have half an hour." She said and I invited her in. She seemed like the sort of person who was nice but didn't have many friends. For some reason, I felt like I could trust her.

"Um, well, I moved here because I was being badly bullied in school and my parents were very abusive. And just a few minutes before you came in, I was reading things that people had put on Instagram about me and it just made me feel worthless." I explained.