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MidReal Story
The Rebel's Heart
Scenario:a y2k school story about a girl student who has been victim of moving out everywhere due to father mother issues, one final case, and they moved state to state till they arrived in california, the school? filled with drug junkies, nerds, and weird people, Teachers? controversial, some even that far down, she finds a girl who sits by her in lunch, include swear words
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Mia Thompson
introspective, and sarcastic. Mia struggles with the constant changes in her life, feeling like a pawn in her parents' chess game. She finds solace in her friendship with Raven, who shares similar struggles. Mia's sarcastic humor and resilience help her cope with the challenges of her new school and family dynamics.
Karen Thompson
controlling, and unsupportive. Karen contributes to the tension between Mark and his daughters by dismissing their concerns about his absence.
Lily Thompson
sensitive, and naive. Lily struggles to understand the complexities of their family situation but finds comfort in her sister's presence. Her innocence highlights the impact of parental conflict on children's lives.
I was never the chess prodigy my father was, but that didn’t stop him from using me as one of his pawns the second I took the piece from the box and placed it on the board.
I was in kindergarten at the time, too young to understand the concept of a piece being taken, but old enough to realize that my father had used me to distract my mother while he moved his own piece into a strategic position that put her in check.
It was the first time I remember feeling invisible, like I was standing in a room with people moving all around me, passing through me as if I were smoke.
I felt that way a lot as a child, especially when my parents were playing chess.
They were both masters, capable of thinking multiple moves ahead and using all their pieces to achieve a win.
My mother was particularly skilled at rooks, able to use them to guard her flanks while she went on the offensive with her knights and bishops.
My father, however, was a master of queens.
He knew just how to use his to slaughter his opponent’s king while the rest of his army remained intact and safe on the board.
Over the years, I came to realize that their games of chess were not just limited to the board.
I sat at my desk, staring at the stack of papers my mother had dropped there that morning.
The third set of divorce papers this year.
My father was a master at finding technicalities to delay the inevitable.
Each page was filled with highlighted sections and sticky notes where her lawyer wanted her to sign.
My hands shook as I flipped through them, seeing my father’s attempt to claim our house in Oregon, the car, even my college fund.
The same moves he had used before.
I grabbed my phone off the desk and sent a text to Raven, telling her we should skip next period and go for a walk.
A few minutes later, Raven found me by the old oak tree.
"Another round of chess with your parents?" she asked, her voice laced with sympathy.
"Yeah," I replied, "but this time, I think my mom's finally ready to sacrifice the queen to win the game."
Raven nodded, her eyes filled with understanding.
"I’m here for you, Mia. Whatever you need."
I smiled, grateful for my friend’s unwavering support.
Together, we walked through the empty hallways of the school, avoiding the teachers who were too busy playing their own games of chess to notice us.
The sun was shining brightly overhead, casting a warm glow over everything.
I took a deep breath, feeling the cool breeze fill my lungs.
It was a beautiful day, and I was grateful to be alive.
As we walked, Raven told me about her latest crush on a boy in our class.
I listened intently, trying to focus on something other than my parents’ divorce.
But my mind kept wandering back to the papers on my desk, the highlighted sections and sticky notes that seemed to scream at me.
I knew I had to do something, but what?
I couldn’t just sit back and let my father win again.
I needed a plan, something that would give me an advantage in this game of chess.
And then it hit me - I would use the law against him.
I would find every loophole and technicality I could and use them to protect myself and my mother. The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch break.
Raven and I reluctantly headed back to class, but I had no intention of going to next period.
Instead, I ducked into the library and made my way to the dusty law section in the back corner of the room.
The librarian looked up from her desk as I passed by, her eyes narrowing suspiciously as she watched me disappear into the stacks.
I didn’t care; I had a mission to complete.
I pulled out thick books on California divorce statutes and began flipping through them, searching for anything that might help me.
My notebook quickly filled with scribbled citations and highlighted passages about asset division and child support.
The librarian continued to eye me warily as she shelved books nearby, but she said nothing as long as I wasn’t disturbing anyone else in the library. Hours passed as I read through page after page of legalese, but finally I found what I was looking for - a section about college fund protections.
My hands shook as I copied it word for word into my notebook:
"Any gifts made by a third party for the benefit of a minor shall be protected from any claims made by either parent in the event of divorce."
Dad couldn’t touch my money if it was a gift from Grandma - and I had her letter proving it was.
