Adopted by Zerkaa

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Mia's POV

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"This is ridiculous!" I groan, gathering my hair in my hands a tugging it. 

In front of me on the living room table, there are papers and papers of homework I have to complete in order to catch up with the course this year in school. Since I missed school last year, they've sent me tons of work to do.

"Mia, relax. Don't get stressed out. Just work through the pages one by one and then you can have a break," Freya says, sipping her coffee as she looks over my shoulder. "This will all be done before you know it and you'll be so proud of yourself. You'll see"

I roll my eyes when Freya turns her back. Easy for her to say. She doesn't go to school anymore.

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The next day at school, I make my way down to classroom A9 to continue doing my work. Initially, this class is for detention, but the teachers have let me use it for some work time. It's a class before lunch, but I see students already cracking out their sweets and crisps. 

I settle at a desk in the back, knowing that my social anxiety will be made worse if I sat anywhere near the front. Something about kids staring at you from behind doesn't make me very comfortable. 

I take out my folder of work along with my pencil case and let out a groan of frustration. I hate school.

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Ten minutes pass and I'm on the second chapter of a book I have to read for a book report when a tall lad with glasses flops down into the teacher's chair loudly. I look up at the sound and sigh when a teacher follows him in, not looking very happy. 

"Mr Benton, do I need to remind you that you have isolation all day tomorrow? Let's not make it another day"

"What am I doing?" the boy replies, lazily crossing his legs over one another. "I'm sitting, sir. Like you told me to"

"Sit at the desk like a proper student and stop giving me grief. I have things to do instead of chasing you around the school, trying to get you to where you need to be"

The teacher leaves and the boy laughs, shaking his head. I frown and roll my eyes. People like him are annoying. Loud, rude and annoying. 

I carry on with my work and end up having to reread the chapter I was on ten minutes earlier. 

"You don't mind if I sit here?" 

I look up and see the lad from before. Up close, I realize he has dimples when he smiles and jet black hair. 

"Sure," I mutter, turning back to my book. 

The boy climbs onto his chair and sits on the desk instead. 

"There are chairs for a reason," I say, looking down at my notebook where I'm taking notes for my book report. 

The boy just smiles in an annoying way, as if to deliberately piss me off. 

"What's your name?" he asks. 

"None of your business," I reply. 

"Nice to meet you, none of your business," the boy says, smiling widely as he forcefully shakes my hand. "I'm Tyler, but you can call me Ty"

"Look," I sigh, turning around to speak to him. "I have tons of work to do, I'm stressed and your stupidity isn't helping me, okay? I'd appreciate it if you could just let me be. Besides, don't you have any work to do yourself?"