Miah's world was a mess, and she figured that there wasn't any use in denying it. She didn't know what to do, how to feel, where to go, or who she could trust. It felt as if her life was being directed for her, pushing her in a direction that she certainly did not want to go.
The police? Are you kidding me? That's the last thing I want to do. They'll dissect me and whatever they find on me or in our car or on the others and come up with something that'll land us either in jail or in perpetual paperwork. And I won't be able to stand the interrogation they'll put us through.
Miah felt tears brimming in her eyes and lay her head on her arms, trying not to cry and seem just as utterly confused as she really felt. It was hard enough just being around so many people she didn't feel comfortable with, but crying in their presence didn't sound appealing. And if flipping Connor walks up and tries to 'console' me, I'll punch him.
A little steam bubbled over and she grit her teeth as the hot tears ran down her face and arms and onto the picnic bench, but she took deep breaths and felt a bit of peace seep into her. A slight breeze blew across the rest area, and it took with it some of her frustration and annoyance. It left her with the acceptance of whatever fate awaited her, and instilled a sense of reseolve within her. I can't change what happens from now on. I'm just going to have to go with whatever comes.
Whatever happened would more than likely change her for the rest of her life, whether she cared or not.
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