For Him... [In Progress]

1.Mia McLee

Mia's PoV:

Hey, my name is Mia McLee, I'm fourteen and I go to highschool. I like to be at school and learn new things but I hate the people there. The reason is the following, they always make fun of me. I mean, I think I'm normal, they think the opposite though.

I often cry and I hate talking. I suffer from panic attacks and I usually get nervous if someone asks me about my past. I'm rather alone, in my room, reading books. But they can't understand it. They think I'm not normal. Especially the girls. They're such sadistic bitches.

But, I couldn't care less, since I have my own world... Well, why am I even telling you? Anyways, you should know something about my past. All people think that I have a problem or whatever...but the truth is, I have bad experience in life.

I watched my mother die in a car accident when I was eight. We were crossing a street together, then there came this stupid car and hit my mother. Luckily she pushed me to the front to save me. In frustration, my father committed suicide not even two weeks later. Left was I. All alone, homeless, shocked. My grandmother took me in and I started living with her.

I feel tired of life. I honestly don't have a clue what to do after I graduate. Really, I am lost. It feels like I'm on a huge, endless field, always trying to run away. But what am I running away from? From life, from future? Or even from my past? Maybe it's good. Maybe not. Well, noone knows, that will probably stay a secret for me forever. Maybe I'll find out. Maybe not. But I'll try my best to find out, no matter what might happen...

"Mia McLee, are you daydreaming in my lesson again???" I heard a voice shouting. I flinched slightly and looked around. It was my Math teacher, Mrs. Johnson.

"No, ma'am! I- I was paying attention! I swear!" I replied. My teacher glared at me with a deadly look. "I hope so, Mia McLee! If that's so, I hope you listened! Could you please stand up, walk to the board and solve the problem written on there!"

One thing I also hate about my school is that the teachers have to call me by my last name too. I really hate that a lot. It's like the most stupid thing in this world.

I sighed voicelessly. A cold breeze from outside waved my ginger hair into my shiny dark green eyes. I closed them for a while. Then I stood up. Why not? This world was spoiled enough. So why not spoil it even more?

But then I noticed that there was nothing to fear. There was nothing. Only me in this spoiled world. I stood up and felt a bit of confidence inside of my heart. There was only a spoiled world and it couldn't get any worse now.