Miranda sighed as she woke up, she didn't want to but she needed to be their for her friend. She knew what it was like to lose something, in fact she had lost her leg and part of her hearing from cancer. She could still hear, it was just certain things she can't now. The girl slowly pushed herself up removing the blanket from her. Revealing one perfect leg and a nub. She quickly grabbed her fake leg, attaching it to where her leg would've been. Miranda was high self-concious about her leg, she seemed to always wear pants. Refusing to wear a dress or skirt. In fact as soon as she had her leg amputated she threw out all her dresses and skirts. It made her mother sad but she understood why Miranda did what she did.
Miranda stood up and walked over to her closet and dresser. Pulling out her ussual black skinny jeans and favorite band t-shirt. Yes, you would think that skinny jeans would show that her leg was fake right? Well no not really, the doctors though ahead of time for her and fabricated the leg to look as close to a real one as possible. Quickly she pulled on her clothes, grabbing her hair brush and brushing her hair on the way down to the kitchen. She set the brush down before entering the kitchen know her mother would have a fit if she entered with a brush. Miranda sat down at the kitchen table causing her mother to turn around. Her mother was a beautiful lady, having long black hair and steel-blue eyes like Miranda. Though her youthful appearence disappeared when her daughter became an amputee. She was glad her daughter lived, but she hurt because her daughter did. Miranda's mother walked over with some pancakes and set them down, "Okay Mer. Now please be on your good behavior?" She said to her daughter.
Miranda just smiled and nodded, "Yea mom.. I know." The girl quickly ate her pancakes and got up. Placing the dishes in the sink. "I'm off now! You know how to contact me." She called out, grabbing her jacket, house keys and phone. The only reason she had one was in case she needed something. Miranda shivered as she stepped out of the house, it was a brisk day in fall. Quickly she shrugged on her jacket, pulling out her headphones and placing them in her ear. Miranda played her music and headed off to the support group's meeting place. She didn't need to pick up her friend, her friend's parents were too safety-concious now. Sighing, Miranda pulled up her hood and looked down as she walked. Totally oblivious to the world around her and well, that's how she liked it.
((OOC: Im going to make it pretty later. Didn't want to make you wait any longer but yea, Something like this?))