I am Mia...But some call me Twist. I am fifteen, half "Freak" and half Gypsy....wich is why I'm prone to wander.......
They say I'm a pretty good acrobat, you know.
“She left…” Twist repeated. “People always leave. Why do they always leave?” Quietly, Mia muttered “My father, my mother, now Flor”
Coffee frowned, reaching out again to rub Mia’s back. “Sweetie, not everyone leaves. I’m not going to leave you, not if I can help it.” She chewed her lip, then added, “Some people leave because they have to. I don’t think Flor really wanted to leave us.”
Mia had somehow calmed herself down quickly, though it was more Coffee’s comforting words than Twist’s free will. “What will we do now?”
Mia often wondered what was so attractive about other people I relationships. Why would you place your mouth on another person’s?!? Flor certainly was crazy for falling for a boy. How did a person even get into a relationship anyways? Did they put glue on themseleves and jump into a pit of bodies? Mia wasn’t bothered much by her lack of relationship, and thus continued her walk around Coney, her mind wandering from topic to topic.
Mia sighed softly, it was nice to be home. It had taken a while I hop each train, she was nearly caught once. But Chicago aside, Twist was relieved ti be back in Coney.