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I was sitting in front of the camera, trying to record my project just like the literature teacher demanded when I heard my name.
"Mia!!!!!!!" I heard my nanny calling, and I knew it was time to eat breakfast and get ready before the school bus got here.
I chose to ignore her because I was not feeling well enough to go to school, but no one wanted to listen to me. They think I was making excuses to skip school.
When I said I was not feeling fine, I did not mean physically; I meant emotionally. Things haven't been so great for me at all.
"Young woman, why aren't you answering your name?" My mom asked, barging into my room with a furious expression on her face.
"Don't you know how to knock"? I asked her, totally ignoring her look.
"What did you just say?" She asked, coming close to me.
"I said, Don't you know how to knock, or do you just intrude on people's privacy?" I repeated, looking her straight in the eye.
"So you have grown wings to talk back at me, right?" She asked, dragging me by the hair, but I pushed her. She fell back and was surprised by my action.
"Don't ever drag me like that again; I am not the small Mia you used to know. This Mia right here is ready for anything." I told her as I took my school bag and headed down the stairs.
I went to the kitchen to see if I could grab something to eat. I was about to turn when I felt something hitting my head. It was my mom; she broke a plate on my head.
Did she just break a plate on my head? I felt something liquid running down my face, and when I touched it, it was blood. I heard screams around me, but I was feeling dizzy. Then I felt something deep, like something controlled my body, and I headed straight for the kitchen knife and went after her.
I wanted to make sure I damaged her stupid face so no modeling company in the whole of America would ever want her again. But she was fast enough to block it, making me stab her hand instead.
"Mia!!!!! Please stop this at once. What has come over you?" I hear my nanny saying, and then it feels like the spell has left. What just happened? I looked around to see my mom on the floor with her hands bleeding. She looked scared, but what is she scared of, and why is she bleeding? I looked at my hand and saw a knife with blood dropping out of it.
What have I done? I stabbed her, but I didn't do it.
Before I knew what was happening, the police were already at my house, and I was arrested.
As they took me away, I saw my mom being treated by a doctor, and she did not even think twice before telling the police to make sure I never came out of the cell and that they should make sure I never got out.
"Miss, what's your name?" One of the officers asked me.
"My name is Mia," I replied to him.
"Who is that woman that you stabbed?" He asked
"She is my mom," I replied with my head down.
"How old are you, Mia?"
"I'm fifteen years old."
"Why did you stab your mom, Mia, knowing you would be punished by the law?"
"I don't know what came over me; she broke a plate on my head, and before I knew it, I was with a knife, and she was already bleeding."
"Wait, she broke a plate on your head?" He asked
"Yes," I replied before he even noticed I was bleeding. He stood up and left. When he came back, he brought a first-aid kit with him and tended to my wound.
"Mia, can you tell me more about your mom?" He said. It was more of a request than a question.
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