Mir
Mir was a regular girl. Someone who people hung out with. Someone who studied at the library, someone who had a dog and cat, someone with a good family. But it ended September 2nd.
She was walking around the neighborhood with some friends. She was wearing her favorite jacket - one with comic strips every where and had earphones connected to them. She was listening to "Dynomite" by Taio Cruz. There was a big gab between some of the buildings on the block, so she and her friends decided to finally take a brake. Drade, a total bad influense, toook a load off his feet and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.
"Do you really have to do that here?" Mir asked. She turned around so hard, she saw her naturally straight red hair fly into her face.
"Yeah, do you really? It's bad for everyone, especially you!" Mir's friend Kat exclaimed. Her pale blue eyes could make anyone feel guilty, and Drade was sad the instant he saw them.
"Hey Mir, you ok?" Kat asked, slowing her pace as she neared Mir. "I'll make 'em pay, one day. But i'm pretty sure Drade saw my eyes. So, what's up now? Last week it was cell problems, now what could it be?"
Mir looked up at the sky. The shining stars dazzled brilliantly, brighter than the number 8 gas station that just opened up.
"My mom. I was lying about the cell problems, it was my mom got cancer. She died two days ago, the same day '8' opened up. I stay out later so i can come home when my dad's alseep. I hate having to face him sad, especially now, when i'm all alone."
"Mir! Why didn't you tell me this sooner! My mom's been looking for a fun, intelligent guy for years. Your dad is everything she wants and needs. One thing I need too: proper cooking."
The two girls laughed, but not hard. Mir could feel a wierd feeling in her stomache. It was partially awe and regret. It wasn't a good feeling, and before Mir could hold it back, it sprang out her mouth and onto the pavement.