Highschool third year.
I woke up 6am sharp every morning just to waste most of my time contemplating on whether I should end my life right at that moment or not.
"Mia, come down right now or you'll be late!"
Sigh. I contemplated too long.
Aunt Marie has been yelling for a minute now.
"I should stop causing her troubles. She's had enough of me.", I thought to myself while sliding my uniform in.
"Mia! I swear to God! Come down right now or else-"
"Yeah! Yeah! I'm coming!"
Rushing down the stairs, I took a glimpse at my wristwatch. 7:30.
Damn. I'm late.
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Aunt Marie and Uncle Terry took me in after my parents ditched me.
I'm sorry, I meant to say after my parents disowned me.
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October 1st, it was an amazing picnic day we had. She looked gorgeous with her long blonde hair sweeping slowly through the wind. Her deep ocean blue pair of eyes hypnotizes anything she glares into. Added with a beautiful plump red lips without any cracks.
Perfect. That's how I'd describe her.
She is definitely not a local. Like most of the people in my country call her; she's a "foreigner"
Well, not wrong.
She is a foreigner. She came from the States into my country for some student exchanging programs. You got to be smart in order to be one of those students, which instantly qualified her as an A class student.
Me?
I don't just hate school, I hate my entire life. How am I going to be good in anything?
Somehow, for I don't know what kind of plans God gave me, she ended up with me.
Nope, not as a friend. Not as "sista from anotha motha" either.
Yes. I date her.
And on October 1st, we had our first kiss in that park under the tree during a very cheesy picnic.
What I didn't know is that the two of us are not the only one who's sharing the moment.
October 2nd, a picture of that supposedly beautiful moment was shared online and has been seen by billions and billions of eyes.
Her parents found out and forced her to go back home.
My parents?
Cried, slapped me, threw me out of the house, and since then I've never talked to them ever.
Obviously, I got kicked out from that school on the same day too.
Lonely, hungry, and lost.
Where exactly is my life heading to?
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"Mia. Mia!", Uncle Terry snapped his fingers to regain my attention.
I looked at him with my weak set of eyes and raised an eyebrow.
He smiled, pulling out pieces of papers from his chest pocket.
"I got some tickets to the concert this Sunday. You in?"
The clouds of my flashbacks directly fades away.
With joy in my voice, I quickly said,
"Absolutely!"
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