Chapter one

My hair had finally all grown back, six months in remission; my sliver hair rested in individual curls on my shoulders.

My whole face retained back to a healthy glow, rather than the chalk pale hallowed look. My skin was back to its Porcelain pale color; my eyes were bright sapphire, my lips plump and cherry red. My body was no longer stick thin, stringer hair that was falling out, my cheeks bones protruding out of my face; the dark circles gone from under my eyes.

I was back to myself again, I was Mia again.

I was diagnosed with Leukemia when I was fifth teen; I went through radiation and chemo for two years. The doctors had thought there was no avail for me; they thought I was going to die in a year of my diagnosis.

They were wrong.

After two years of hospitals, wigs, and radiation; I was healthily and in remission. That didn't mean that I couldn't get sick again-there was a strong chance that I will. But you can go for years in remission and live your life happy and healthy through that short period of time.

"Mia time for school!" My aunt called from downstairs

"I'll be down in a minute!" I yelled as I finished surveying myself in the mirror

I was so excited to be going back to school, I missed the whole atmosphere of it. I missed being able to get up in the morning eat breakfast, walk to school with your friends. But know I had to wake up in white rooms, with monitors, IV drips.

But not anymore.

I slipped on my school uniform, the skirt was powdered blue and light gray checkered lines it came a little past my thigh. The undershirt was the same powered blue color the sleeved were cut at the shoulders, sliver buttons went all up to the next buttoned up. A dark blue low 'V' neck tight sweater went over it.

I jazzed up my uniform from its plain powered blue color, with some accessories. Dozens of bracelets were on my left hand, some real sliver, some fake, some beaded with bright colors, others metal painted with bright colors. Rings on every one of my fingers, some sliver bands, others plastic with fake jewels, some metal with fake jewels. I never took the jewelry of my body, if I took it off there would be no Mia; I would feel naked with out it.

My nails were painted sea blue color, with green, blue, and purple sparkles. I slipped on some white splattered sparkled colored leggings'; it had blue, green, reds, purples, and yellow. I slipped on a powered blue silk hair ribbon in my hair, and through on some white twister game shoes.

I ran out of room excitedly, and down my small narrow staircase; and landed in a heap on the bottom of the stairs.

"That's what you get for Running" came my Aunt's voice from above me

I looked up to see Aunt standing there with her hand on her hip, she was a plump women, she had blonde golden hair, with plump lips. I lived with her all of my life, she raised since I was a babe; since my parents were killed in a car accident.

"You can't chastise me for being excited can you?" I questioned with a huge smile showing off my pearly smile

She rolled her eyes at me and helped me up "I know your excited for school" She began gently "But you just got in remission be careful" she soothed

"Aunt Nellie" I began with a sigh "Falling on the ground is not going to bring back the cancer" I said staring up at her

Her eyes started to fill up in tears to the bad memories that filled up those two years. Her hands brushed my sliver strands behind my ears, and rubbed my shoulders gently.

"I just want you to be careful" She began with a choke "After what's happened this last two years-" she clenched her eyes shut as hot tears poured down her cream complexion making her cheeks turn red

"I'll be more careful Aunt Nellie" I soothed her with a nod.

Aunt Nellie almost seemed more bothered with the cancer then I was, I know it was my body and I was concerned for it as well. But sometimes it felt as if she was taking on the physical pain and the emotional for the both of us. She was so afraid to lose me, like she had lost her sister; I was all she had left.

I can understand why she acts the way she does.

"Good" She said with a laugh "That's good-come lets get you to school your already late" she said grabbing her price off the hook by the door.

I lived in the slums of Boston all of my life, and I hated the place. It wasn't like the whole atmosphere of the place that I hated it. I knew that buildings were falling apart; the place was getting shot up all the time gang wars drug wars; just plain violence.

That was more than just one reason to leave, but I knew staying here in this place was going to get me no were. I wanted to do something good and important with my life, and living in the slums did not help. I went to a private school in the inner city with the rich kids, now there was no way in Hell that I was rich; not with all the medical bills that I had. But I had gotten a scholarship for Chilton Academy for Art and supreme excellence. That school will give me good options in the future, seeing that on my resumes will give me more open doors in life.

It was a twenty-five minute drive to Chilton, but seemed like an hour to me. I wanted to see my best friends again, well its not like they haven't seen me; they've seen me all in my sickly glorious. Now they were going to see me in my healthy glorious. I didn't like the seeing me like that I didn't like anyone seeing me like that. And now nobody else was going to-I WAS BACK.

"Now remember the school has been notified of your health issues in the past two years" My Aunt said as she pulled up the stone steps that lead up to the massive gray brick school.

"So if you feel sick at all you can just go ok" she said with a nod

I gave my Aunt a warming smile 'Yes Aunt Nellie" I said giving her a kiss on the cheek "I'll be fine ok-I'll see you later" I said as I grabbed my messenger bag and through it on my shoulder

"I love you" I said and I was out the door.

The kids chatted around me as I walked up the stone steps. The last time I had been here I was a freshman, now I was a senior; my last year and I was out the door. For any senior they would glad to get out of this hell hole, but I was sanded that those two years had been taken from me and I could never get them back.

I was halfway up the stones steps when two strong forces almost threw me two the ground on the cement.

"MIA!" Two female voices squealed

I pulled from there grasp and held them both at arms length, my two best friends since I was ten. Janis Ian And Gretchen Wieners'.

Janis was a very curvaceous girl she had long black hair, pale chalky skin, plump pink lips. She always had her hair in a weird style like Helena Bonham carter, she had weird trinkets always woven in there; different colors in there was well. She was very into the Arts like I was, she liked to sculpt I liked to paint. We loved to go to plays together, art shows, Community Theater, we sometimes did live webcam shows. Janis was very environmentally aware, she was into the whole going green thing, she was always protesting something; like the whales, the Ozone, high gas prices. Anything that was going into down the drain in the environment she was protesting on how we should help it.

Gretchen Weiner's was a rich girl, her father I think invented toaster strudel. She was very clean cut and proper. She wasn't stuck up and brown noising people, just because her parents hand money. She always had her hair perfect, her clothes ironed and clean; her shoes shined. She hated when people cursed, she thought it was in proper. She was a short girl and petite with dark brown curled hair that rested on her shoulder. She always wore a pearl necklace around her neck with pearl earrings as well. She was always self-conscious about a very tiny lisp that she had; but you could barley notice.

(I will come back to this later)