Chapter 10 Off to Genovia

Michael closed the door behind me and locked it.

Hmm, I wonder, maybe he's going to tell me he hates me and get the hell out of his life. I mean that's what I would say if I were in his place and didn't love me.

There was this uncomfortable silence between us and I chose not to break it because I don't know what I'll say once Michael says he hates me.

"Um, Mia...I...well...I..."

Wow I mean wow, I known Michael for almost all my life and he never once stuttered before. He always knows what to say to the teacher if he forgets his homework or can't run in P.E or something. He always comes up with this perfect excuse that was just, well, perfect. He never seemed to have to search for words to say to a person.

And yet, that's what he's doing right now, I am so special.

"Michael, look, I know what you want to say and I understand. Please don't say it to my face. That's all I ask."

"Really? You do? Great! Well, then I ..."

Then he kissed me. For a moment I kissed him back. Suddenly I realized I was kissing Michael Moscovitz the person who hates me and I pulled back. Before I had time to register everything in my mind I was crying once again.

"Look just because you hate me I don't need your sympathy!"

Then I just unlocked the door and ran out of there. I only had one thought in my mind at that moment.

I had to go to Genovia. Only in Genovia will I forget everything about this. Genovia was the only place that I can go. Genovia will give me the things needed to forget about everything in my past, though you might say lose my memory in some sort of accident might be easier. But you know it's not 100 guaranteed.

I ran all the way back home. I don't have a minute to lose.

"Mom? Mom!"

"Mia, honey, what's wrong?"

"Mom, do you have Dad's phone number?"

"Yes but honey, I thought you didn't want to ever talk to him after this."

"I never said that. The point is I need Dad's phone number."

Mom sensed the urgency in my voice and wrote down Dad's cell phone number. I took the phone and called him.

"Hello?"

"Dad?"

"Mia? How did you-"

"I'm moving to Genovia."

"You ...are?"

"Yeah, I mean why not?"

"Well that's excellent. When do you want to go?"

"As soon as possible. We have private jet planes right?"

"Yes."

"Can you send one over from Genovia tomorrow morning?"

"Tomorrow morning? Isn't that a bit too soon?"

"Dad I thought you wanted me to move to Genovia?"

"Of course I do but ..."

"Then there shouldn't be any problem."

"Mia, let me talk to your mother."

"Dad, I'm 14 years old. I know what I want."

Yeah duh, I want Michael to love me and live a peaceful life.

"Mia, if you're moving to Genovia in any cases, we have to consult our mother."

"Alright, hold on."

I gave Mom the phone and watched her reactions as Dad was probably explaining the situation to her. She turned pale as soon I assume Dad finished.

I rushed back to my room. I didn't want to hear my Mom telling me that it was not worth it right now to go to Genovia.

Because I didn't have a choice.

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Anyhow, school's almost going to start so I won't be able to update as much. But don't worry, this is almost over... unless I come up with a crazy new twist.

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