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A seventeen year old girl named Mia moves to her
Anonymous
May 5
Scenario:A seventeen-year-old girl named Mia moves to her aunt's house in a distant land and reconnects with a boy from the previous year and has to adjust to her new family, living situation, and high school.
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“Mia,” Officer Smith said, his voice barely above a whisper.
I shook my head, not wanting to hear what he had to say.
It was bad enough my parents hadn’t been there when I arrived at the park, but now a cop was in my living room giving me the news that they wouldn’t be coming home.
It couldn’t be true.
“My mom would have called me by now if she could,” I said, feeling like I was stuck in a nightmare and couldn’t wake up.
His eyes narrowed as he looked at me with pity.
“I’m sorry, Mia.”
I shook my head again as I backed away from him.
This couldn’t be happening.
My phone rang in my hand, and I could see the hospital’s number flash across the screen.
I answered it, but I didn’t know what to say.
It was like my whole body had gone numb; I couldn’t feel anything.
The nurse on the other end told me they were sorry, but my parents had passed away.
The call ended before I could even say goodbye.
I stood there staring at my phone when I heard Officer Smith talk on his radio.
He was saying something about the coroner and he’d have to call me back later.
I dropped my phone and sank to the floor.
They’re gone,” I whispered to myself as tears blurred my vision.
My parents were never coming home.
I would never hear them laugh again or tell me they loved me before bed.
And it hurt so much worse than I thought possible.
When you’re young, you think your parents will always be around.
That they’ll die of old age or something that makes sense.
Not in a car crash when they’re supposed to be at work.
But what hurt the most was knowing I’d never see them again and not being able to say goodbye.
The last time I saw them, I was mad because they were late picking me up from school.
And then Mom hugged me and kissed my forehead while Dad apologized for their tardiness because he wanted to buy flowers for his favorite girls before he picked me up.
“Mia,” Aunt Sarah called from the living room.
“Can you come out here?”
I didn’t know how long I’d been in the bathroom, but I’d cried out all the tears I had left.
The harsh reality of never seeing or speaking to my parents again made me want to throw up.
But I knew I had to pull myself together for Aunt Sarah.
She was grieving, too, and she was going to need me as much as I needed her.
I washed my face, trying to look presentable before I opened the door to go talk to her.
When she saw me, her eyes filled with tears again.
“Oh, sweetheart,” she said as she pulled me into a hug.
“I’m so sorry.”
Knowing her words were true just made the pain worse.
As we stood there hugging, she placed something in my hand.
“I found this in your room,” she said, pulling away from me.
“It’s for you.”
I looked down at the envelope in my hand, not recognizing the handwriting on the front.
I smiled at her as I took it from her hand and shut the door so I could be alone.
