Post by Mia Keystone on Aug 24, 2011 11:34:36 GMT -5
"Your parents are calling, Mia," Anya had her arms crossed over her chest, but Mia could see her phone in her hand, even if she couldn't feel it.
"I'm letting you talk to them, but I'm still going to suppress your powers,"
"Ok, whatever," Mia muttered, then held out her hand. "Can I talk to them now please?"
With a roll of her eyes, Anya slapped the mobile into the technopaths hands. Despite the glare Mia gave her, she stayed put. It wasn't like respecting Mia's privacy was high on anyone's agenda right now; it was clearer then ever how she dismissed everyone else's.
"Hey dad," she said finally, her mouth twitching.
Mia, you wanna explain what's going on? Her dad didn't sound angry, but then, he rarely did. Been getting calls all day! Had to take your mom's phone so she wouldn't have one of her little panics.
"Mmm," his daughter muttered, nibbling at one of her fingernails. "Yeah, I agreed to do something and we got in trouble."
Is it serious?
At that, Mia almost huffed a laugh. "They didn't tell you?"
Got a lot of voice mails, you know I hate those things,
Her chest felt oddly tight. "Yeah, it's serious." she managed.
She was being sappy and emotional. That would get her nowhere.
Do I need to call our laywer, honey?
"No," Mia forced out. "I've got it under control. It's gonna be fine, just wont look good on my record. I can count out the Ivys"
She'd meant it as a joke. Still, even over the phone she could hear her father frown.
You know we don't believe in having to pay your way in education. Your mother and I went to community schools and..
Mia lent forward and rested her forehead against her palm.
"You're both doing well. I know. Look, dad, I've gotta go," Anya looked up in surprise, raising an eyebrow. "I'll see you for christmas, ok? Tell Ollie to shoot me a message,"
Lets keep this between us, kiddo. Don't wanna get your mom worked up.
"You got it, dad," Mia sighed, then clicked the phone off and tossed it back. "Take it. Doubt they'll call again." With an unreadable expression, the technopath lent forward until her forehead was resting on her desk.
She did not move for some time.
"I'm letting you talk to them, but I'm still going to suppress your powers,"
"Ok, whatever," Mia muttered, then held out her hand. "Can I talk to them now please?"
With a roll of her eyes, Anya slapped the mobile into the technopaths hands. Despite the glare Mia gave her, she stayed put. It wasn't like respecting Mia's privacy was high on anyone's agenda right now; it was clearer then ever how she dismissed everyone else's.
"Hey dad," she said finally, her mouth twitching.
Mia, you wanna explain what's going on? Her dad didn't sound angry, but then, he rarely did. Been getting calls all day! Had to take your mom's phone so she wouldn't have one of her little panics.
"Mmm," his daughter muttered, nibbling at one of her fingernails. "Yeah, I agreed to do something and we got in trouble."
Is it serious?
At that, Mia almost huffed a laugh. "They didn't tell you?"
Got a lot of voice mails, you know I hate those things,
Her chest felt oddly tight. "Yeah, it's serious." she managed.
She was being sappy and emotional. That would get her nowhere.
Do I need to call our laywer, honey?
"No," Mia forced out. "I've got it under control. It's gonna be fine, just wont look good on my record. I can count out the Ivys"
She'd meant it as a joke. Still, even over the phone she could hear her father frown.
You know we don't believe in having to pay your way in education. Your mother and I went to community schools and..
Mia lent forward and rested her forehead against her palm.
"You're both doing well. I know. Look, dad, I've gotta go," Anya looked up in surprise, raising an eyebrow. "I'll see you for christmas, ok? Tell Ollie to shoot me a message,"
Lets keep this between us, kiddo. Don't wanna get your mom worked up.
"You got it, dad," Mia sighed, then clicked the phone off and tossed it back. "Take it. Doubt they'll call again." With an unreadable expression, the technopath lent forward until her forehead was resting on her desk.
She did not move for some time.
