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Summary: Mia and Michael broke up, and Mia meets a new guy at Albert Einstein High School. He asks her to the Nondenominational Winter Dance, and...
Chapter 1
Mia ran into the bathroom, the last stall. She put the seat down and decided that she couldn't hold it in any longer. She sobbed her heart out. She was at Twin Cities Cinema, with Michael. She would have stayed in there for hours, if Lily hadn't come in, fifteen minutes later. Michael would have come in himself, but he would have gotten thrown out of the theater for going in the Ladies' Restroom. His exact words were "Mia, I'm so sorry, but I'm breaking up with you. It's not you, it's me. I just need to focus on co-" She cut him off there by abandoning him, to be alone with the scribbled on walls. It was hard to believe that just a month ago, she had written "I love Michael Moscovites," on that very same wall. She brought out her defensive Swiss Army Knife and scratched out "love". When Lily dragged her out, it had already been changed to "hate". Michael had made Lily go in there and bring her back out. Mia didn't want to be on the same planet as him, let alone hold a conversation. She fought back tears as he finished his line. "I just need to focus on college right now." "I don't care," Mia spat back. "Why are you so upset about this, Mia?" he asked. She could tell he was sad, but it's hard to be comforting to someone who just broke your heart. "Because I love you!" she almost screamed at him. It was the first time she had ever said it. "But you know what? I don't anymore! So just crawl back under the rock you came from!" she said, almost busting everyone's eardrums. "Hey!" the manager yelled. "Can you take this conversation somewhere else?" "NO!" Mia screamed. Michael looked at her with pity. "Mia, I promise, I…I love you too. So much. But I just can't be with you. When I come back-""Yeah, in 8 years, after you get your PHD, and have a perfect wife and perfect kids and the perfect life! You'll remember me, as the girl in the yearbook with frizzy hair and a freakish height problem to rival Shaq!" She stormed out of the theater. Michael just took it; he never tried to talk to her about it again. He went off to his big fancy college; and almost forgot about her, yet, there was still a small memory tugging at the back of his mind. Meanwhile, back at AEHS…
A/N: Don't worry, it's just the prologue. It's supposed to be short. The real chapters will be longer. Remember. Review, Review, REVIEW!