Feel the heat (open)

Mia didn’t care that her hair made people stare, it was better than what people were staring at her for before for the past year. She rather not have the attention but she was never the type to change anything about herself for other people. She started dyeing her hair because she wanted to look a different way not because it would make people stare at her. The swimsuit was just her style; it wasn’t as bad as some people who wore bikini’s. Maybe in a way she wanted the attention, since for a year now she had always gotten negative attention; the somewhat positive attention was a very nice change for her.

Mia didn’t realize anyone had came up to her let alone went through her stuff. She was utterly confused when she felt cloth on her hand; she turned and looked at her shirt and then her bag. She looked around there was no one near her, who could have been able to get so close to her and then so far from her without her noticing? She looked in her bag and her eyes widened when she realized what had been missing, there was nothing of real value in her bag, unless her count her journal; which was the most valuable thing to her in her life. She quickly put her shirt on and stood up.

She was starting to panic, she ran both her hands through her hair. This wasn’t happening to her, everything was in that notebook. Her lyrics, those crappy drawing she did, and it was also her journal. There was stuff she had written in it that she didn’t want anyone to know about. She would die if anyone read it and then shared it with everyone else. Mia scanned the lake and around the lake, there were too many people around to figure out who had taken it. “Damn it..” she mumbled. She needed to start keeping the thing in her room now, if someone could easily get to it in her bag because of their powers.

She did want attention, mostly from her mother; but she wanted people to know she was still around. She wanted people to see her; not see what she was going through. In her town everyone knew everything about everyone, she also had been just a bit rebellious. She was hurting, what else could she had done? But she was so tired of the negative attention, even though the pink hair did bring some negative attention most of it was positive and she liked it. She did want to be noticed, not because of what she had done or was doing to herself but herself in general. That was all there was to it.

Tears started finding their way to her cheeks. Mia was a mess now, she was in yet another mess and this time it was all her doing. This time she couldn’t lash out at anyone, she had no one to lash out at other than herself and the unknown person that stole her notebook. Dark clouds appeared over the lake, thunder and lightning; all signs of how emotionally stressed she was. It also started raining; this was what her fourth time being stuck in the rain since she had moved to this school? She didn’t know if she could even handle what was written in that notebook getting out. Her feelings about Cameron get out; she would be mortified. Her suicide attempt, her self-mutilation in general; she didn’t know how she could handle the past re-writing itself. What would Cameron think of her then? He was the closest person she had now that she didn’t have her father and brothers. This time it would be worse, she knew it. Would the person who stole her notebook have the sympathy to leave it? To not let any of it get out?

Mia looked around as everyone rushed to get out of the water. She tried to look for anyone who was reading a notebook; she was the dumbest person alive. But she never wanted anyone to see anything in that notebook, not her drawings, not the lyrics, and certainly not the journal part. She ran her hands through her, yet again soaked hair and pulled on the pink strands a bit. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. She gathered her stuff, placed the strap of her bag on her shoulder, and put her shoes on. Mia started walking, looking out for anyone that was carrying a notebook; which was hard to do in pouring rain.

Mia was very much broken, after everything that had happened to her how could she not be? But she didn’t want anyone to know that, she didn’t want people to see how emotionally damaged she was. She really was trying to get better; with the help of Dr. Neville. However, it wasn’t that wasn’t that easy and she knew she will always carry the weight of her Father’s and Brother’s deaths on her shoulders. She also owned many masks; everyone owned at least one. But there was only two people who seemed to have been able to get past some of her masks.

That was what Mia was afraid of; the person using everything she wrote down as blackmail, she really hoped this person didn’t go to Hammel. It would make her life so much easier. But with her luck the person did go to her school; she hated this. Give her another reason to hate her life; the bad was really starting to outweigh the good now. She really didn’t know how much more she could take. First everything in her past that she was still dealing with, having feelings for a guy that loved someone else, and now this? This was the most horrible thing that could ever happen to her.


Mia walked into the same alley the red haired boy went into, to try and escape the rain. She pushed her hair out of her face; she wasn’t able to find the person who took her notebook. She looked at the boy and blinked; she wasn’t even sure what to say. She just awkwardly stood there “uh.. Weird weather, huh?” She gave him a weak smile. Really how was supposed to know this was the boy who took her notebook and then threw it in the trash!

Mia nodded “yeah..” Her powers tended to do that, she was going to get a major migraine after this. She was going to have to remember to stop off at the store to get more Advil. She really hoped she could learn how to control it soon; she was getting sick of the headaches. She gave him a sheepish smile in return “Yeah. You really can’t; makes it hard to get where you want to be.” Or to find something, because she was trying to find something. But of course the person was probably long gone by now and there wasn’t any use in trying to look for it anymore. The question was, what was that person going to do with the information in that notebook.

Mia was apparently the stupidest woman alive. Then again, you couldn’t blame her, she grew up in a city where you didn’t have to worry about that stuff. She didn’t grow up having to worry about some guy taking advantage of a teenager in a ally; there weren’t even any allies where she was from. It was mostly open space. The most you had to worry about was hungry polar bears and frostbite. “Mia” She moved to shake his hand; she didn’t like shaking people’s hands. If she wasn’t worried about being raped, she defiantly wasn’t worried about her name. She didn’t give out her last name though, she never really did. She was starting to feel creeped out that the boy wasn’t looking away from her. She kept her eye on him, never turning away from him. She was starting to feel uncomfortable.