Forgotten

Miracolina Diaz a girl who's lived under the hollowed house out in the country for years. Tangled with the chains, and the roots of the house, Mira longs for the life outside. The only thing keeping her sane is her music box.
But a wanderer might change all of that.
Suddenly, Mira is out in the world again, trying to reclaim the life that was taken from her. Questions arise in her-why was she stuck under that house for so long? Who put her in there? Where is her family?

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4. Red Haired Girl

      I slam the door to my car closed, my hand flicking off the water in my hair. I can fell eyes stare at me, and I glare at everyone back. They have enough sense to look away. I enter the school building, the red letters calling this school something no one will; [WELCOME TO PARADISE SENIOR REGIONAL HIGH SCHOOL.]

     Lucky for me, the underclassmen move out of my way, their eyes boring holes in my back. Though I've only lived in the Ohio state for a couple of years, the town of Paradise hasn't yet accepted me as one of their own.

    That's fine by me, as long as they live me alone.

    I stop at my locker, locker number 652, and spin the dial. When the metal door swings open, I pull out my AP Biology book, chewing on my lip. A sudden tap on my shoulder has me whirling around; I stop, my fist raised.

    She's a tiny thing, with big green eyes, and crazy curly blonde hair. Her skin is naturally tan, and she holds her backpack in her left hand. The school uniform is in pristine condition, and I'm racking my brain trying to figure out who she is.

    She extends her hand out to me. "I'm Anna. Anna Cyprian."

    I stared for a moment, a bit dumbfounded; I was so accustomed to people just not wanting to talk to me, that I took a while before I took her hand and shook it. "Jax Parnell," I responded.

     Anna smiled at me, putting her backpack on. "So, you're the one that everyone's afraid of?"

     I cringed; not even two seconds knowing me, and already she has me pegged as an outsider.

   "It's okay; I don't believe what most people gossip about anyway. So I see you have AP Biology. Mind showing me where that's at since I'm new, and all?"

    I nodded and lead her through series of hallways. Students still grabbing their books from their locker. A girl with red hair stared back at me, her eyes scared and lonely.

    I stopped walking as I took notice on who she was.

    That girl was the same one from my dream. 

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