The voices in Mia's head kept shouting. It was extremely difficult to comprehend her current situation as she focused all of her energy on her feet as she ran. As her shoes make a sound against the wet sand, she began to remember as to why she was running.
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They're fighting again.
It became a routine for Mia's parents to fight every night over ludicrous things. Her mother's high-pitched voice was on par with her father's deep, animal-like growl. They completely drown out the sound of the crickets in the background, without a care for the neighbors and the things they would gossip in the morning.
Somehow, her father managed to spend all of his life savings for his stupid and incessant gambling, while her mother is having the time of her life with another man. They forgot that they have a daughter at home, waiting for them and wishing that they would have time together as a family.
Mia wished for all of this to end. She wanted her old life back, where her mother would cook breakfast in the morning, and her father would be busy sipping coffee as he read the daily newspaper.
Obviously that isn't going to happen.
The wet, grainy sand beach became testament to Mia's cries and wishes, as she shouted them over the ocean. She wished for them to both disappear.
She didn't ask for this life, life just barged in like this and made itself at home. It wasn't fair that the other girls at her age had parents that cared for them, sheltered them, and gave them lots of love and kisses.
She wished all of them would disappear.
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Mia slumped down the sand, her knees acting as support to hold her head, and cried. Her cries resonate with the onset of thunder from the island afar, the distant sound of waves crashing represent her agonized mind.
"The oceans seem to agree that life just sucks" she mumbled.
She had dreamed of meeting someone at the beach and took her far away, never to be seen again. He would take her to his castle, and they would live happily ever after.
Maybe when she's born as Taylor Swift.
But for the rest of them, there's a million to one chances of that ever happening.
Having calmed down enough, Mia started to fix herself, and wiped the remaining tears on her face. She has school tomorrow, and still has a lot of homework to be done.
"Why can't someone develop a software that answers all of the questions in life?" she thought dejectedly as she walked towards the crevice she temporarily calls as home.
Little did she know, somebody watched all of her frustrations and cries on that lonely sunset.
