Creative

2014 was when I met a girl. Her name was Mia, short girl, long curly hair, with a certain outlook on life. There was a mutual friend but soon it was just us. Me and Mia against the world. We disconnected to soon found our ways back to each other, almost like destiny.  “Hey, what are you doing tonight?”, I would ask. “In Virginia. Will be back next week”, she would respond. She was always moving around, but the distance never made us any less close. I love my Virginia Girl. 20

I hear a loud knocking at my door. Weird. I am not expecting anyone. I slowly get out of bed. The room, damned by darkness, forces me to feel along the walls for the light switch. Who could it be at this hour? I make my way to the door, still half asleep. I look toward the window and notice the raindrops racing with every light thud. I live in a secluded area, nothing but trees. Tonight, a pair of headlights stare back at me. It isn’t out of the ordinary for someone to have c