It’s been years since I lived there, and now when I remember the house, it’s through a hazy fog. I remember living there in a way that makes it seem like it’s not mine to remember, because in a way, it isn’t. The person who lived on Kempster Avenue isn’t me - the only thing we really share is our name. I think that’s why I didn’t want to leave - I think a part of that Mia knew that leaving Kempster would mean her death.
She was afraid of change, and I still am. I’m afraid, but I know even more that I don’t miss who I was in the past, so I won’t miss who I am now.
With an Electric perspective, I’m Mia Garza.
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