Kids

~Mia~

A/N Hey guys! This is my first shot at this so I don't know how it will go... {insert anxious emoji here} If you like it, vote it up and leave a comment! 

©Kids Hannah

{Mia's POV}

"I don't want to." I stand up with my back against the kitchen tale and my arms crossed across my torso. My mum is across form me, looking in the fridge trying to find something to eat for dinner.

"I don't care what you want to do. It's not about you this time." She pulls container of salad and places it on the counter. "This is a great opportunity for your dad." I shrug and do a little pouty face, the one that always used to work when I was a kid. Mum glances at me and lets out  little chuckle. It didn't work this time.

I sit on my bed and stare at the ceiling, watching the fan at its center spin around and around. I hear the front door close and then, a few seconds later, a car start. Mum must me off to the grocery store.

I walk to the window and look out to prove my theory. She drives up the road, leaving me alone in this empty house. So I do what any normal person would do; blare music and scream the lyrics.

In the middle of my favorite song, my phone starts buzzing. I launch my body onto my bed and grab it. "Hello?" I yell over the music.

"Mia?" I hear muffled sound from the other end of the phone, which leads to me turning down my music (sigh). "Hello?" I repeat so they can hear me.

"Hey sweet pea, it's Dad." I groan inaudibly.

"What." I reply flatly. Mr. Calum Hood is not my favorite person at the moment.

"Geez, someone's happy to hear from me, isn't she!" He's so lame. And annoying.

"Yeah, what do you want?" I flick my speakers back on so the music drowns out his voice a bit. I sing along for effect, but Dad doesn't find this funny.

"Mia Elizabeth, I'm trying to tell you something please." I sigh and turn the speakers off, which is his cue to speak. "You gotta get your stuff packed."

"Why!?" I exclaim. "We aren't supposed to be leaving for another two days." This really sucks.

"They want us there earlier than expected. But it'll be fun, I promise. Remember, Poppy and the others will be there too. So I'm not the only horrible father dragging their poor child along."

I laugh at this and then make a remark, "As long as you're not the only one." I never can stay mad at Dad for that long. He's my best friend.

"A car will be there to pick us up at 7. It'll be a late night, so we can sleep on the plane." I cringe a bit when he says plane. There are many things I hate in this unjust world, but planes are at the top of that list.

"Ok, see you later." We hang up the phone and I flop down on my bed. I look at my clock. 5:45 pm. I have time. 

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I don't know what happened to all that time. Mum, Dad, and I are scrambling around the house trying to get all of our stuff in order. When Mum got home and I wasn't packed, she was pretty mad. Until she realized that she wasn't packed yet either.

"C'mon! The car's here!" Dad yells from downstairs. I shove my t-shirts on top of all my other junk and zip my purple suitcase closed. "Coming"! I yell back.

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We nearly missed our flight, but we made it just in time. It's a lot easier to go out in public now than before. When I was younger, paparazzi used to follow us around all the time. Now, they could care less about us. 

I sit between my mum and dad and recline my chair. I always have to sit in the middle on planes so I feel protected on all sides. I take deep breathes and hold onto my armrests during the take off. You could never guess that I'm 16 if I was on a plane, I guarantee. 

"Hey, kiddo." Dad says to me. Mum is asleep on the other side of me and I have just been watching a movie.

"Hi." I respond. "Sorry about this. It'll only be for the summer." I nod. I would be excited if we were going someplace interesting, but Maine doesn't really sound like my kind of place. I'd much rather be at home in California.

Dad flashes me a smile and then puts his earbuds in. I do the same, but I don't put any music on. I just sit in silence, listening to the humming of the plane engine.