Seven years later...
Seventeen year old, Mia, turned her punk rock music up very loud and then jumped onto her bed. She jumped up and down while strumming an air guitar. She laughed to herself and pushed her golden blond hair out of her face. She jumped one more time then fell down onto the, now messed up, bed. She laughed softly then heard the next song come on. She started singing it to herself when she heard her father yell like a mad person,
"Mia! Turn that down now!"
Mia rolled her eyes and ignored her father. He had always been so strict since her mother died, so she's just stuck here with her older brother and dad. And the fact that she didn't have enough money to go to college She had never liked her dad that much. He was too mean and strict, her brother was okay but he was just plain old...weird. Both of them had black hair though. Jet black like the night sky without any stars. She always wondered why she was the only blond in the family, though it never really seemed to matter. Though one thing she did share with them was their emerald green eyes. They made their faces just pop out from everyone else. Mia smiled, she loved her beautiful eyes. Then she heard some horrible sound. It was her father's music. She let out a long depressing groan.
"Shut that crap off Dad!" She yelled, though moments later she swore she heard it get louder. She frowned as she heard the stupid lyrics. It just kept on saying random things then 'do you believe in magic?'. Who believes in Magic, let me guess dorks. She thought quietly.
Mia turned her music off and grabbed her jean jacket off the shelf. She quickly threw a plaid throw blanket over the bed, for it looked "better". She put her old worn out jean jacket on quickly, and pulled the collar up. She smiled at herself in the mirror and puckered her lips. She took one last look at her room to make sure it looked good enough for her father. If it wasn't she would be in trouble big time. She finally made it out the door and walked downstairs to see her dimwitted brother asleep on the couch, it was literally only one in the afternoon. She rolled her eyes at him,
"Get a life Ronald." She mumbled to herself while walking out the front door.
Mia grabbed her keys out of her back pocket. She played with them in her hands until she reached her old crappy car parked halfway in the street, and halfway on the curb. It was her first car so it wasn't to nice or anything, but still it had no windows, the passenger door was gone, and it had faded from red to a red type brown. Her stupid father had to get it from the junk yard...She sighed miserably and unlocked her door. She tried to start the engine up, but of course it wouldn't start. She groaned and hit her head on the steering wheel. It accidentally honked at an old lady walking across the street. She stuck her old warty tongue out at Mia, and continued walking. Mia rolled her eyes and got out of the car. She slammed the door shut, which made it come off. She kicked the door under the car. She sighed again and thought, looks like I'm stuck here...
She angrily stomped back to her house, almost breaking the heel off of her leather boots. She opened the door and jumped onto the couch, waking her brother up. She crossed her arms, acting like a two year old.
"Thanks a whole lot Mia..." Ronald said sleepily. "What's a matter sis?"
Mia rolled her eyes, "Everything..."
Ronald looked out the window and saw her old car. "I see Epona finally died..." Mia rolled her eyes, why did her brother give everything names? Yes, yes he would even name his underwear. The latest bunch was, Billy, Bob, and Joe. "Just take my ride for awhile, that's if you let me sleep." He yawned and threw his keys to her.
Mia face actually lit up. She grinned while she took the keys, she hugged her older brother and said, "Thanks Ron!" She ran out the front door and to his brand new red car. She jumped in and started it up. She rolled the window down and backed out of the driveway. She slowly turned onto Day Road.
She was heading for the local mall, but didn't really know where she was going. She at some point must of taken a wrong turn because she came to a dead end. She rolled her eyes and turned the car off, but left the keys in it. She opened the red door very slowly, and threw one leg over and let it hit the ground. Her high heeled black polished boot hit the the concrete road with a CLINK! She let her other leg join and they became a pair. She lazily got up and gracefully walked to a little old farm.
The farm was pretty small. There was a huge old half broken barn. A little corn field, which you could tell it hadn't been used for awhile. A somewhat big house, that was three stories high and had white shingles, green shutters, and green door. There was old wilted flowers hanging from the ceiling of the porch, which had a old wooden rocking chair slowly creaking back and forth from the breeze. She walked slowly up the steps that lead to the front door. As she walked the old steps creaked a very spooky creak. She swore that she saw someone...Or thing behind her. She turned her head but nothing was there. She shrugged and knocked on the banged up door.
She looked into the window and made sure here hair wasn't going everywhere and she made it look "better". She put on a happy face and waited for someone to answer. She heard some type of cry, a very soft cry like a baby was slowly falling asleep while crying. She took a step back, um... She thought. She then heard footsteps getting closer and closer to the door. She tried to look into the house by the dusty window, though it just reflected everything off of it. She gulped loudly and waited for whoever it was to answer the door...
