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TITLE: MIa-Chapter 4

This chapter kind of made me laugh a little bit at myself for some reason. I didn't edit this as much as the others, so there might be more mistakes. Anyway, Mia is a little bit of a thief in this chapter. But she comes to realize her mistake, and takes it in as a guilty feeling that, eventually, gives her an new idea of how to-in some way-make up for that feeling that she doesn't want to carry around anymore. I've been thinking of posting up the last chapter so i can start posting up my new one that I'm working on. tell me if there's any mistakes. And let me know what you think. I know that this isn't my best work, so I apologize to anyone who's lost there interest in the story. I wrote this nearly a year ago, and I've developed a lot more since then....and I still am. thanks everyone for being so encouraging.
Chapter 4
Nothing Left To Lose

To the world you maybe just one person, but to one person you maybe the world.
~Brandi Snyeler

Mia listened to the cooing pigeons perched up on power lines as she swiftly walked down the stony alleyways. Making her way down a slope, Mia paused to see a busy little corner street. She smelt sweet-doughy air lingering in the bustled area. Walking around the corner, she saw a red brick street clustered with side shops on each side. Restaurants, small cafes, bakeries, and thrift shops where all decorated and lined up side by side. A restaurant with red umbrellas and black tables and chairs stood outside decoratively with people dressed in affluent attire, eating daintily, chatting comfortably back and forth with their conversations. Looking up, a sign with bold red lettering title the fancy restaurant: The Red Umbrella. Two older-looking women where gossiping, taking excessively small bites from their salads; not realizing she was staring, Mia overheard, “Why is she staring at us like that? Doesn’t she know it’s rude to stare?”
“Oh and while where eating-disgusting,” said the other.

Quickly looking down at her old crummy shoes Mia slowly slipped away from the conversation of the two women. Staring downward at the ground she ran the conversation over and over in her head, rewinding and replaying their words. She hadn’t meant to be rude, she was just hungry. Mia already knew she’d never be suited for such a fancy, let alone, expensive place as that.
A familiar smell filled the air it was sweet and it reminded her of doughnuts. Mia suddenly wanted one, and now more than ever. ‘The Flour House Bakery,’ Mia’s memory suddenly snapped, remembering that this was the old woman’s bakery who bought the house. Standing outside the shop, Mia wanted to go in. Peering in the window, she noticed a lady standing behind the counter. She’d have to wait until she left.

Breathing in a deep breath, Mia waited for the right moment to go inside. Watching as the women behind the counter moved into a back door, she strode up to the door, and forced herself into the room. A glass box full of mouth watering doughnuts, pastries, cookies, and a variety of jelly and cream filled, she felt her stomach twist with anticipation and temptation. Stepping in, bells jangled behind her. She breathed in the sweet smell, and just for a minute, she inhaled the heavenly air.

“I’ll be out in a second,” she heard the voice cry out from a doorway to the far end of the room. Quickly, Mia walked behind the counter, nerves sprinting down and back through her legs. Grabbing sticky doughnuts, not even sure what she was grabbing at, Mia raced out the door and down the street. Someone far off in the distance shouted, but whatever they said was far beyond Mia’s care. She was flying down corridors of the ancient home and trees. Leaves of assorted color danced as she flew. This sensation never left Mia’s heart. Stopping, making sure no one was around, Mia looked down at the partially-squished-doughnuts. She snagged a glazed and cinnamon bun and half a chocolate chip cookie. Looking down at the ground, she wondered what happened to the other half. Eating the glaze first, Mia noticed a little girl playing in the street by herself, drawing pictures with white rocks on the street pavement. Sticking the last piece of doughnut in her mouth, Mia chewed and strode over to the little girl.

“Heya,” Mia said friendly to her.
“Hellwo,” the girl said with a small speech impediment.
“Whatcha doing?”
“Dwawing,” she said concentrating on a scribbly and slightly distorted flower.
“Whatcha drawing,” Mia asked crouching beside her.
“Fwower,” she said.
“These are very pretty,” Mia told her.

“Thanks you,” the little girl looked up at Mia this time, smiling, showing a missing front tooth.
Mia smiled and walked away. Singing a song and humming its tune, but forgetting what it was called. Biting into the half-chocolate chip cookie, Mia walked down the streets, memorizing their names, until she reached one street too familiar, and she felt guilt crawling back up inside herself. She knew that she was culpable for stealing, she wanted to afford to have things, but she didn’t have anything else but the clothes on her back.

The old woman carried trash barrels of twigs and sticks over the front of the lawn and onto the curb of the street. Wearily, she wiped her forehead. Perking up, Mia thought of an idea. Pulling out her backpack, she hid behind a tree and pulled on her hoodie. A nervous feeling rushed inside of her, ‘what if she recognizes me?’ Mia thought, ‘what if she remembers my face?’ Taking a deep breath, she pulled the hoodie down over her eyes, praying for the best. Even though she knew she was chancing a lot, Mia felt as if she had no choice. She had no where to go, no home or family, stepping out of the shelter of the wide tree. She figured she had nothing left lose.
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