"Of course, our little Butter-chick pop candy,It's Mia" said MaMalicia in an affectionate voice.
Then, they both stood up and clearing their throats cheered in unison,"Happy Birthday Miaaa" and they held out to me, a rectangular box, wrapped up neatly in a check print wrapping paper which looked quite classic and elegant.
My shaky hands quickly opened the box and I let out a loud scream of joy.
It was a puff sleeved tea-pink top with a sheer neck line and a satin ribbon flowing from the edges of the hem. The bottom was a long, floral print off-white flared skirt with cremé coloured silk borders at the bottom hemline. It was beautiful and elegant as ever.
My joy knew no bounds! I jumped over and hugged them. And then,we lay down on the bed laughing and chitchatting the entire night.
The night went on like this. Many nights did. Some just went like me quietly lying down in my bed and taking deep breaths, remembering my parents, while some weeping, thinking about the fact of losing my grannys just like my parents.
The next morning was a cold- hazy day.
I was supremely excited as that day, I was going to the school as a birthday girl.
I woke up, looked into the mirror and said a hallo to the new morning with a clear and brilliant sky. "Brush your teeth and come down for breakfast Mia" I could hear MaMalicia's faint voice. "Coming" I replied.
I ran downstairs to my grannys and gave them a cosy hug. Then, I started with my daily routine, my same old black coffee perking me up every morning. I wore the dress gifted to me yesterday night by my grandparents,adjusted my soft curls,puffed some powder over my face, got into my daisy white sandals and started out with my journey.
My school was a Christian school built in the memory of a Pope. It was one and a half kilometres away from my house and I had to walk all the way through the forests and cross puddles to reach there.
When I entered the classroom, all children lift up their heads in admiration. They seemed to be awestruck. It was expected. I knew I was looking, well, presentable. I blushed, a little. I shyly went and sat on my seat next to a blonde -haired girl.
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Suggestions?
Improvements?
Appreciation?
Well, my comments' section is calling you. Don't say No. MIA WOULD NOT LIKE THAT.
And yes, the star is bored of the dullness and emptiness in its life. C'mon, bring in some colours. Light it up!
Until next time..... 😁🖤
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Mystery / Thriller*COMPLETED* Mia Bloomwood is a normal girl just like all of us! The only difference is that she is an orphan. Yes. She lost her parents in a fatal car accident years back and she is just 10! But her loving grandparents have taken the charge to bring...
