A/N: Hopefully you all know what the plot is by now… in the movie It's a Wonderful Life, the guy makes a wish that he was never born and is granted that wish. He sees life without him, and then realizes how good he had it, how good others had it because of him. And it's all of that, except it's in Mia's POV. I really have no clue when this takes place. Don't ask me that. I tried thinking about it, but it really just messed me up. Thanks for reviewing!
Disclaimer: I don't own the movie, nor the book, nor the characters. I only own the idea for making this story. Which is not a lot at all. Whatever.
It's story time! cue mc hammer music
"I wish I was never born! Do you hear me? Anyone? I wish I was never born!"
"Okay," said a voice that I recognized vaguely, "You've never been born. Welcome to a world without Mia Thermopolis."
"WHOA!" I said. I said "whoa" for 3 reasons. First, because, I mean, strangers know I'm the princess, but they usually say Amelia Renaldo, not Mia Thermopolis. Second, I didn't think anyone really was listening. Third, the person just said that I was never born. "Who just said that?" I spun around and found myself facing a guy about as old as Grandmére, whose face I knew, but couldn't really place. "Who… who are you?" The man just smiled and said, "Don't you know me? My name's Clarence Oddbody. I'm an angel here to grant the request that you've never been born." In my mind, I was going, "Clarence Oddbody? Wasn't he that angel from It's a Wonderful Life? Who is this guy?" The 'angel' spoke up, "I'm Clarence Oddbody." "Oh, my God!" I exclaimed, "You can read minds?" "In a way, yes," he said, then continued, "but only because I'm an angel. I've got my wings already, so while I might be helping you out somewhat, there's not much in it for me." I had completely lost my power of speech. I could only stare at him. Then a thought occurred to me. "You're Henry Travers, aren't you. Can I have your autograph? You were absolutely marvelous in that movie as Clarence the angel." Clarence, or, Henry, just gave me a look and said, "I'm not Henry Travers. I'm the Clarence Oddbody. The angel. And if I was Henry Travers, I'd be a ghost. Henry Travers died in 1965. So either way you're in contact with the afterlife."
I took a deep breath. "Okay. Uh-huh. Sure, you're not Henry Travers, but you have your wings? That happened in the movie, buddy." He replied, "Yes, but the bell actually rang, didn't it? I got my wings when they filmed that bell ringing."
And… another deep breath. "Alright Clarence, I'm just going to head on back home okay? Thanks for the conversation pal." So, I began walking back to the loft. Only I felt a little weirder. Maybe it was the interesting conversation I just had with "Clarence", or maybe it was the way people were looking at me, or rather, not looking at me. It felt kind of cool, like it was all back to the way it was before I was outed. I mean, well, you know what I mean. People weren't staring at me. But a little teeny part of me kept on going, "What if they're not staring at you, even glancing at you, because you don't exist?" Stupid, I know, but that kept on happening. I was fully prepared with an explanation for my mom for why I ran out of the loft like that. I hit the buzzer for my mom to unlock the door, when her voice asked politely, "Who's there?" "It's Mia, Mom. Can you let me up please? I'm sorry for running out on you like that," I said. She spoke up again. "Mia?" I replied, "Yeah, Mom, it's me, and it's kind of getting a bit chilly, even though I have a hoodie on, so could you please let me up?" And again, she spoke, "Sorry honey, you must have the wrong place. I don't have a daughter."
I stamped my foot. "Mom, this isn't funny, for all I know I could be getting more sick exposed to the elements." Then I noticed I stopped feeling sick. The bruise I had gotten from hitting the wall before when Grandmére called was gone. Then Mom started speaking again, "Look, is this some kind of joke? I don't know who you are really, but if you're hungry, I'm sure Philippe can bring you an apple or something." Dad was here? What was Dad doing here? 30 seconds later, the door opened and there stood Dad, except he wasn't wearing a suit. He was wearing sweatpants and zip-up sweatshirt that said "Jacketsonville". What was going on here? Did he have a hat that said "Tallahatsee" as well? "Um, Dad, where's your suit?" He looked completely and totally taken off guard. "Did you just say 'Dad'? Here's your apple, girl, and if you need anymore food, well, don't hesitate to ask." I stared at him while he went back inside and closed the door. He didn't look back at me.
"Didn't I tell you? You were never born, you don't exist!" I turned around. "Clarence," I whispered, "is this for real?" He just nodded and motioned for me to follow him. We went up the fire escape and peered into the window. At first I didn't realize it, but this was my room, except it had been made into a sort of guest bedroom. The walls looked really blank, without my Greenpeace posters and my NSYNC calendars and whatnot. After that, I went back down the fire escape and started talking to Clarence again. "So. What's the deal with my mom and dad? Where's Mr. G.?"
"Well, your mom and dad are living together, but they're not married. Your dad abdicated in favor of a life without the media interfering. Your mom is still exactly the way you picture her. She supports the two of them with her artwork. As for Mr. G., well, he teaches still teaches Algebra, but he is very lonely and wishes he had a family." For like the millionth time that day, I stared. "My dad abdicated? For real, my dad? What about Genovia? What about Grandmére?"
Clarence replied, "Genovia no longer exists. It was divided between France and Italy and the people who lived there are now either French or Italian. Your Grandmére was so disgraced that your father abdicated that she went to live in her summer home in France. She lives there all alone now. She's gone a bit mad too." For some reason, I wasn't surprised by this. I didn't feel much sympathy for her. All of a sudden the world around us started fading, then coming back into focus. It was the summer home in France, but not the summer home like I remembered it. It was graffiti-fied with ridiculous things like "Genovia est stupide" and stuff like that. I found myself going, "Poor Grandmére…" involuntarily. Amazing. Not even half an hour of nonexistence had gone by and I was already thinking this was a bad idea.
The world around us started to fade again, and then suddenly we were right back at the foot of the fire escape. While I was still feeling sorry for Grandmére (the weirdest feeling ever), I felt I needed to press on. "What about Tina and Lilly? What about Kenny? Michael. What happened to Michael?" I looked Clarence in the eye, but he just turned away, shaking his head. "Mia…" he began, then faltered. I was beginning to like this less and less. I figured if he didn't want to tell me, it wasn't going to be good. So I conceded and said, "Alright, show me Tina and Lilly then. Where are they? In school?" Clarence replied, "Yes… and no."
A/N: Okay, so this was a dream and I swear I woke up in tears and sweat. It was so sad. Thank you dreams. You solve writer's block quite quickly. AhemdeepannouncervoiceAhem What are Tina's and Lilly's lives like without Mia? Find out next update. Michael shouldn't be around in that update. Though perhaps in the one after that. I'm not really sure how many people I'm going to focus on. Curious about Michael's life without Mia? Oh, 'tis a sad, heart wrenching one. That's all I'm saying. Review, people, it brings a smile to my otherwise depressed face.