Basic concept A girl named mia hates her body, she can't deal with it. She needs to breathe. she knows she is a boy but she won't let herself accept it. So she pushes those feeling down eventually leading to bad (scratch won't let me put the word I want) thoughts.
sneek peek My alarm rings. It’s another Monday. I turn over and shut off the beeping. My mom calls for me,” Mia! Downstairs!” I sit up. My head goes dizzy and my eyes cross. I take a deep breath. Stand up. My body trembles. I put my hand on my bed and fall to my knees. Breathe. My mom calls again. I try and stand up again. One foot down and the other. Deep breath. I open my closet. My clothes. My mom calls again,” OK! I’M COMING!” I yell I grab a hoodie from my closet and throw it over my body. I stomp into the bathroom and tie my hair up. Grab an extra hair tie and run downstairs. My mom is in her office,” You’re late.” She says without looking up. I huff at her and walk to put on my shoes. Deep breath. I look at my phone. I still have twelve minutes. I throw my pills in my mouth. One and a half for anxiety and a half for depression. Breathe. I need to breathe. I stand up and grab a snack for after school,” Out the door.” My mom yells. Don’t yell. Grab my bag out the door. Breathe.
