Mia didn't have the best childhood. Or the best mom. But when her mom moves her out to Miami for a "fresh start", she meets Mattia, the future capo of the Italian Mafia. Mattia doesn't want to let her in, and Mia is afraid to be tied down to the pla...
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-Sunday morning-
Hi. My name is Mia Isabelle Corazón, I'm 17 years old halfway through the 1st semester of my junior year in highschool, and my mom decided it would be a good idea to move us across the country for work. Apparently there was a really good job offer for her in Florida, so she took it.
"Misa! The car is here, let's go!
I heard my mom shout out to me from where she stood, most likely already out the front door.
"Ok, is it terrible that I can't even say goodbye to you right now?"
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I laugh at Andres' declaration because it's either I laugh or I cry, and I really don't want to cry.
"Awww, don't make this harder for me, you know I really don't want to go, but my mom isn't really giving me a choice." I roll my eyes.
Aaand it's true, I've lived in El Paso, Texas my whole life, it's my home. I don't just wanna pick up and move. I guess for my mom that was a pretty easy decision to make without even consulting me first. I didn't want to move to Miami, I had nothing there for me.
Andres looks at me knowingly. He can probably sense my anger towards my mom right now.
Andres is my best friend. Has been since kindergarten. It's always been Mia and Curly against the world. I just can't believe that's over. See when I was a kid I was bullied all the time, but Andres was the one person by my side every step of the way. For that I love him... oh great, here come the water works!
"... Curly?"
"Yes Beautiful?"
I could here the sadness in his voice and see it in his eyes. I felt my face start to hurt and my eyes begin to sting. I felt a knot in my throat and could barley talk, but I tried anyway.
"I don't wanna leave..." That was all I could muster, and I felt my voice crack.
