How Megan Saw It. Through the Eyes, of a MAHS girl. DISCLAIMER: I do NOT
this. I only own Megan, and a few other minor characters that are of no
importance! Enjoy!
Chapter 1, Prologue
If there was one thing in the world that Megan could not live with out, it was mica. She was never in a shortage of it either, living in Mica Arizona, where there was more mica than anywhere else, she believes. She had a collection of it in her room. Everywhere you looked, you would find mica. She was trying to make a tree in her room, completely out of mica. She was not very far in it.
For her birthday, she told all of her friends and family that she wanted, and needed, mica. When the newspaper did a paragraph on her, she read it, feeling that no one in the world would know that she was collecting mica, even though it was written in black and white in the paper. But, she thought, no one reads the paper in the back. It is always the headlines, and sports sections.
But she didn't relies that she was being watched. Everyone was being watched. And no one could hide. It was an open game. Any and every one could be hit at any moment. And when that moment came, they would know it. Everyone would know it. And there was nothing that you could do to stop it. Nothing that you could to slow it down. It would happen too fast. Too fast, and too soon.
The next day was her birthday. She bounded down the stairs, and into the kitchen.
"Happy Birthday, Sweetie!" her father said warmly, "now, why don't you be a good little girl, and get the paper for me?" She went outside, and the warm August air swooped down on her, and caressed her body. She leaned down, and grabbed the newspaper. She was looking at the front page, when something else caught her eye. A brown paper bag. It appeared to be filled with something, and the top was sealed shut with a pale pink ribbon. She knelt down to examine the strange bag. There was a card attached to it.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEGAN!" is seemed to scream at her. She hoisted the bag up. It was vary heavy, and she struggled under the weight of it. She kicked the door back open, and sauntered back into the kitchen. She set the bag on the table, sighing. She handed the paper to her father. Megan continued examining the strange bag.
"What's that, Megan?" her mother asked kindly, as if not wanting to anger Megan by the question.
"I don't know, Mama." she replied, and began to pull on the ribbon. It came loose in a few seconds. She opened the bag, expecting it to be a little cactus from her uncle. Her uncle got her a cactus every year for her birthday. She tried to explain to him that there were enough cactuses in Arizona, and she didn't need anymore.
"Nonsense!" her uncle would always say. But it wasn't. As the light filled the dark inside of the bag, it shimmered. She shaded her eyes, and peered into the bag once more.
"Mica!" she muttered, eyes as big as plates, "about seven pounds of it!" she grabbed the bag, and ran, even though it was hard, up to her room. She sat on her bed, and was temped to dump it out. She stopped. Megan set the bag down on the floor, whishing that their cat wouldn't eat it. She tiptoed back down the stairs, and grabbed a large cake pan, and tore back up the stairs, into her room. She set the pan on her bed, and dumped the contents of the bag out.
Her excitement suddenly fell, when she realize that she didn't know who sent it to her. The thought haunted her. Who sent it? How did they know that today was her birthday? How did they know where she lived? How did they know that she wanted mica? All of this would be answered that school year. The year all of the kids and teachers at Mica Area High School lives changes for ever. Because of one little two-syllable word:
Stargirl
This is the story about how Megan saw it. How a girl can change your life, and how your life can change a girl. But mostly, how your perception is different from the others around you.
Chapter 1, Prologue
If there was one thing in the world that Megan could not live with out, it was mica. She was never in a shortage of it either, living in Mica Arizona, where there was more mica than anywhere else, she believes. She had a collection of it in her room. Everywhere you looked, you would find mica. She was trying to make a tree in her room, completely out of mica. She was not very far in it.
For her birthday, she told all of her friends and family that she wanted, and needed, mica. When the newspaper did a paragraph on her, she read it, feeling that no one in the world would know that she was collecting mica, even though it was written in black and white in the paper. But, she thought, no one reads the paper in the back. It is always the headlines, and sports sections.
But she didn't relies that she was being watched. Everyone was being watched. And no one could hide. It was an open game. Any and every one could be hit at any moment. And when that moment came, they would know it. Everyone would know it. And there was nothing that you could do to stop it. Nothing that you could to slow it down. It would happen too fast. Too fast, and too soon.
The next day was her birthday. She bounded down the stairs, and into the kitchen.
"Happy Birthday, Sweetie!" her father said warmly, "now, why don't you be a good little girl, and get the paper for me?" She went outside, and the warm August air swooped down on her, and caressed her body. She leaned down, and grabbed the newspaper. She was looking at the front page, when something else caught her eye. A brown paper bag. It appeared to be filled with something, and the top was sealed shut with a pale pink ribbon. She knelt down to examine the strange bag. There was a card attached to it.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEGAN!" is seemed to scream at her. She hoisted the bag up. It was vary heavy, and she struggled under the weight of it. She kicked the door back open, and sauntered back into the kitchen. She set the bag on the table, sighing. She handed the paper to her father. Megan continued examining the strange bag.
"What's that, Megan?" her mother asked kindly, as if not wanting to anger Megan by the question.
"I don't know, Mama." she replied, and began to pull on the ribbon. It came loose in a few seconds. She opened the bag, expecting it to be a little cactus from her uncle. Her uncle got her a cactus every year for her birthday. She tried to explain to him that there were enough cactuses in Arizona, and she didn't need anymore.
"Nonsense!" her uncle would always say. But it wasn't. As the light filled the dark inside of the bag, it shimmered. She shaded her eyes, and peered into the bag once more.
"Mica!" she muttered, eyes as big as plates, "about seven pounds of it!" she grabbed the bag, and ran, even though it was hard, up to her room. She sat on her bed, and was temped to dump it out. She stopped. Megan set the bag down on the floor, whishing that their cat wouldn't eat it. She tiptoed back down the stairs, and grabbed a large cake pan, and tore back up the stairs, into her room. She set the pan on her bed, and dumped the contents of the bag out.
Her excitement suddenly fell, when she realize that she didn't know who sent it to her. The thought haunted her. Who sent it? How did they know that today was her birthday? How did they know where she lived? How did they know that she wanted mica? All of this would be answered that school year. The year all of the kids and teachers at Mica Area High School lives changes for ever. Because of one little two-syllable word:
Stargirl
This is the story about how Megan saw it. How a girl can change your life, and how your life can change a girl. But mostly, how your perception is different from the others around you.