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Mika's Story
I woke up to Linda calling for me. Linda is my foster mom and the most annoying person i've ever met she had the most annoying optimistic personality ever. If the zoo.bie apocalypse was happening she would be happy! I got up and went downstairs before she got the cup of water.
"Good morning sleepy head "she said in that annoying voice of hers.
"Morning." I answered sleepily.
"How was your first night here?" she asked
"It's too quiet here. Why can't we move back to Brooklyn?" I asked
"Aww come on it's not that bad mika. Now go get dressed for your first day." she said ushering me upstairs to get dressed.
"But I don't even want to go to school. Why can't we wait a couple of days until I go?" I complain.
"Because I said so" she said like the intitled (I don't know how to spell) 28 year old she was.
__________________________________________________________The bus ride to school was quite. I didn't like it but i could live with it. When i got to school everyone stared at me. But that's what happens when your the new kid. I should know i was the new kid less than year ago.
The day went by kind of quickly. It was finally lunch. Yass i didn't eat my breakfast this morning because Lara cant cook for the life of her.
I sat by myself. Until i saw a girl with the most prettiest green eyes ever.
Hi" I said
"H-hey" She said stuttering.
"What's your name?"
"Mya, you?"
"Mika."
"Oh I've heard a lot about you. Your that new kid right?"
I felt my face drop. I hated being the new kid.
"I-I'm sorry did I say something wrong?"
"No I just wish people wouldn't make assumptions about me before getting to know me."
"Ha I know how you feel"
After she said that I knew we would be best friends. And i was right. We were. But after a while i started to get into trouble. And soon after Lura didn't want me. She told me she was going to give me to the CPS for them to handle me. And that was it. I left. Left Mya by herself.
She always had Beth right? But we were close. even I new that.
I wished I got to say goodbye.
But I guess I never will.
ugh. this is kind of sad I guess or whatever. I kind of wanna keep it like this short you know since its a short story and stuff.
anyhoo byeeeeee!
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