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In advance for all my Spanish speaking readers and Mandarin speaking readers. If I messed up something in your language blame Google Translate.

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MIA

"Do you need a ride?" Isla asked, jerking her thumb to a motorcycle in the parking lot. "I have a spare helmet."

I shook my head. Not because I was deathly afraid of motorcycles, which I was, but because I had my own car.

"I have a car," I said, and pointed to the beat up red Honda I owned.

"Okay," she said.

I watched as she sped out of the parking lot.

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I noticed a blue Chevy in my driveway when I pulled up to the gates of Grant Estate.

I opened the door and my parents were standing at the island each with their own glass of champagne.

"You've got to be kidding me," I said, kicking off my flats.

My parents' heads turned in my direction.

"You have been divorced for fourteen years! That's over a fucking decade!"

I didn't like to swear but my parents were special. Specially stupid.

"I'm doing fine, Mia nice to see you too," my dad said.

"Fuck you," I said. "Stop acting like I owe you some sort of courtesy when I see you for two days every year, more if Grandma and Grandpa come over."

My mom spoke up, "That's no way to talk to your father-"

"I have a father?" I asked. "All I see is a sperm donor."

"MIA!" My mother yelled.

"I'm going to my room," I said. "Tell Gram and Gramps I said hi." I pointed to my dad. "You better be gone by sunrise tomorrow."

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My music blasted as I did my homework.

My room faced the front of the house so I saw my Grandparents pull up.

"Mia can you turn that down?!" My mom yelled.

I turned the music up louder. I Hate Everything About You by Three Days Grace was on a loop for the past half an hour.

My mom barged into my room. "I SAID TURN THAT DOWN!"

I paused my music. Looking satisfied my mom left. I waited until I couldn't hear her heels hitting the marble floor and I pressed play on Bohemian Rhapsody.

This time it was my Chinese Grandmother who barged into my room. I turned down my music.

"Are you okay nieta?" She asked. Yes my Chinese grandmother spoke Spanish.

"Just in a fight with mom and dad," I said.

"Is it because of the divorce?" She asked.

"Yeah, wait what?" I exclaimed.

"I'm old, not stupid," she replied, calmly.

I sighed.

"How's your new school?" She asked.

"I like it better than Thornhill Prep.," I replied.

"Meet any girls?" She asked.

I gave her a light hit. "Grandma!" I groaned.

"Well did you?" She asked.

I turned my head back to my laptop screen.

"You did!" She exclaimed. "Tell me about her."