Mia had always seen life as something you have to undertake, to experience. That It wasn't really a choice, and you just kind of had to soar through it on auto-pilot. The same thing was for High School. You know, she didn't understand why so many people stress out about it. She was an okay student, and always got A's or B's on everything, she was average. In fact, if you were to describe her in one word, it would be just that.
Average.
After High School, she had always planned for her life to be simple. Go to college, get married, and tend to live out your days with your family. Nothing special. She was never one to believe that she could make an Impact on this earth, that she could change something. All life was to her was different hoops to jump through, each one closer to, well, dying. It was simple as that, no twists or things unexpected. Did this life sound fun? Well, not exactly, but what was she to do about that? Like she could change something her life.
Little did Mia know, Life was about to slap her in the face.
It was a Monday night, and she had just finished up what was the last of her english homework. Her teachers were always telling her how she should 'Aim for the Stars!' and how she could do so much better. Honestly, Mia just wanted school to be over, she didn't care if she got good grades or not, she just wanted to survive it. High School really kinda sucked, in her opinion. Everybody there acts as though it actually matters, and that being one of the 'Popular kids' really meant something. Now she was starting to see why people called her a pessimist. Her parents were pretty normal, her mom was a nurse, and her dad worked at town hall doing god knows what. They never really payed attention to Mia, I mean they weren't terrible parents, they loved her and all. They just always seemed to be too caught up in their lives to notice her.
Growing up, as you might of guessed, Mia was extremely bored. She didn't have many friends, and whenever she tried to speak or have any kind of relation with her parents they would just buy her something else to do so that she wouldn't bother them. Now, that she was thinking it out loud, it sounded pretty crappy. But there was always one thing that got her through the boredom; books. She would spend probably 9 hours a day reading, she devoured them. Each one took her to a different place, and a different adventure. She felt like she was free to do anything, to explore anything.
She glanced up at the clock hanging on the peeling yellow walls of her bedroom. Mia's bedroom was simple, A small white desk in one corner of the room, with a small bed at the other, overlooking a large window. Propped up in the corner was a small house plant, that when she was younger named Arnold. You would think that since she named the thing she would of taken good care of poor Arnold. Nope. She kept him alive for a whole two days, and was very proud of it. She looked at the sad plant. It had been there for eight years, and Mia still hadn't thrown him away. I should get a new plant sometime. She sighed as she stood up and flopped on to her bed. It shook violently, and she heard the metal clang against the wall. Mia let out a groan as she felt her bare feet graze something on the floor. Mia cursed to herself as she curiously peered over her mattress to find something there that she hadn't seen in a long time. Now with newfound interest, she grabbed it and switched on the lamp closest to her bed. She let out a sad laugh. It was her old copy of Into the Wild.This book held a lot of memories for her, and was one of the most memorable books she had ever read. Her fingers softly grazed the cover as she looked at it fondly.
"Mia, what are you doing" She scolded aloud. "That book is for like, 12 year olds."
She shoved it back under her bed with a sigh. The room went dark and she was alone with her thoughts as she shut off the light. Yeah, she was too old for that book. Plus it was horribly unrealistic, I mean talking cats? Come on! She were 16, definitely not the age to enjoy books like that. Mia stared up at the dark ceiling above her. She felt a strange feeling creep up on her, one that she had never felt before. I'm not ready to go to college, and I'm most certainly not ready to live on my own. She realized, this feeling was uncertainty, fear even. Mia looked down at the floor where the warriors book was laying dejectedly.
"I wish I could go back to a time when it was as simple as reading a book." Mia whimpered. Before she knew it, she was crying.
Maybe the life I thought was so simple wasn't anymore.
A/N) YAY I FINALLY FINISHED THE FIRST CHAPTER. I've been putting this story of for days, and now I finally got around to completing it. I'm sick right now, going to the hospital tomorrow :I. I'm kinda happy with this chapter, sorry I contemplated life for a bit to long at the beginning, I promise the story won't be as boring from now on. This was kind of the chapter I had to get out of the way before I could really get the story moving along. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed!
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