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As the morning light filters through the Dimitrescu mansion, Mika's footsteps echo through the grand halls, a stark contrast to the lively chatter of her half-siblings as they gather for breakfast. To Mika, they are little more than strangers, their presence a constant reminder of her fractured family dynamic.

Fortunately for Mika, she was lucky enough to have her own room, which was thankfully big enough for her to store a fridge and stove she bought with her own money she worked for so she could cook her own meals like she'd been doing ever since she could remember.

She got up from the bed and brushed through her soft white curly hair, then began to prepare herself for school and prepared her breakfast .

In her secluded room, Mika goes about her morning routine with a sense of independence and self-reliance. Cooking her own meals and preparing for the day ahead, she exudes a quiet determination to carve her own path, despite the indifference of her so-called parents.

And due to the non existent relationship she doesn'tgo by the name given to her at birth Donella she goes by Mika or Donny but of course they wouldn't know that they don'tknow anything about her.

As she was finishing up preparing to go, she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. She picked it up to see who was interrupting her morning with the mere interest in talking to her.

But amidst the solitude of her room, Mika's phone buzzes with a message from Kayden, her best friend and confidant.

Kayden, her steadfast companion and confidant, always had a knack for timing his calls at the most inconvenient moments.

Mika's phone buzzed incessantly, disrupting her morning ritual of solace and contemplation. With an exasperated sigh, she reluctantly acknowledged his persistence, her fingers dancing across the screen as she typed out a response.

"How may I assist you? This would have been a fine morning had you not interrupted my conversation with myself," she quipped, a playful jab laced with a hint of irritation.

Kayden's reply was swift and unapologetic. "You may assist me by picking up your damn phone," he retorted, his words punctuated by a touch of impatience.

Mika rolled her eyes, a wry smile playing at the corners of her lips as she fired back another text, refusing to yield to his demands. "I am answering you, I'm just not answering your call," she replied, her tone teasing yet resolute.

After a brief exchange, Kayden finally relented, offering his customary invitation to ride to school together. Mika couldn't help but chuckle at his predictable question, their daily routine a comforting anchor in the tumult of teenage life.

"So we're just making up any excuse to call people these days, huh?" she teased, her playful banter a testament to their enduring friendship.

"Fine walk."

"Honey, I was joking. You ask me thar question every morning and the answer is always the same. Yes."

"I know I'm on my way. Get ready, Miki."

With a shared understanding and a touch of sarcasm, they fell into their familiar rhythm, their lighthearted exchange, a welcome reprieve from the chaos of the outside world.

Mika made her way downstairs to meet her friend. She always felt a sense of gratitude for Kayden's  presence in her life, a steadfast companion amidst the uncertainty of adolescence.

As Mika descended the stairs, her half-siblings were engaged in their usual morning banter, their voices blending together in a familiar cacophony of sound. The eldest of the siblings sat at the head of the table, his expression stoic as he listened to the chatter around him.