Page 3 of Mika's Heart

Chapter 1

Mika

Jan and I have been planning for weeks on how I can get out to Alaska to meet what might be the only biological family that I have.

The first item to start on my grand plan of course is getting an ID since it is needed to buy a plane ticket.

Finding someone who can create a fake one was an even bigger challenge than I thought.

A boy from one of our classes who is known to be in illegal things was the only one we could think of that might know who I could contact.

Looking down at the address I was given, my heart beats wildly at the thought of going into that part or town.

We all hear about the crimes that happen here. Especially to young women alone.

The bus finally comes to a stop and I step off onto the corner.

Checking the maps app on my phone, I head in the direction that it says until I get to Brown Street.

Just ahead I see the sign for the mechanics shop where I’m supposed to ask for a guy named Rick who will have what I want.

As I walk closer, I notice a lot of others just standing around.

They take notice of me as I walk closer, some even leering in my direction.

“Can I help you?” A man that looks like he’s bathed in grease asks.

“I need to see Rick.” I say.

“Come with me.” He grins as I clutch my purse closer to my body.

Following him through the shop, we walk down a hallway until he opens a door to what looks like an office.

“Rick, this little lady says she needs to see you.”

Looking at the man behind the desk, I almost relax at the look of him.

He’s an older man that is possibly someone’s grandfather.

The other guy ushers me in, shutting the door behind me.

Rick looks me over, raising his brows in a silent question.

“Someone told me you could help me get an ID.” I say quickly.

“Why would a girl like you need a fake ID?” He asks.

Squaring my shoulders, “I think that’s my business. Can you help me or not?”

Smiling at my false bravado, he moves some papers around on his desk, picking up a camera and taking my picture.

“Why’d you do that?” I ask quickly.

“I need your picture for the ID. I just need to make sure you have the money first.” He raises his brows.

Pulling out the envelope, I hand it over and he quietly counts it before sticking it in his desk.

He asks for my information and I just hand him a copy of my birth certificate.

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