~🎇Defying gravity🎇~

~ ♥Chapters 1♥ ~

                                 ~Mia~

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The day was just like any other, the first rays of sunlight lit up my room. I looked out my window, the day was dawned and crisp. The just-risen sun shone softly on the city streets, bringing with it a flurry of early-morning activity. The first thing I did was obvious, I looked at my phone, you cannot blame me, right? I had a notification from my server-app, someone friended me, it surprised me because I had never seen these users name before, without hesitation I clicked on it, not knowing it would make a big impact on my life. The user's name was ~complex_73~. "Hello" I typed with hesitation; wondering if the person on the other side of the screen would respond. I asked myself numerous questions, while my face was stuffed in my pillow, my thoughts raced, my chest pumped hastily, I threw my phone on my bed with a bit of adrenalin rushing through my body, when I heard a little ping coming from my phone- I was nervous, anxious you could say I was a nervous wreck- I had never talked to anyone after that incident...

~Complex_73~ typed –

"Hey".

 I replied, "Hi! Who are you?"

 He said-"I've seen your username a couple of times and thought it's a good idea to get to know you!" the person said,

 I said with anxiousness "Oh, ok, but-".

But in the inside my anxiety started to kick in, thoughts were churning around in my head, my thoughts were screaming in the inside, I begged the universe to stop for a moment. My thoughts rushed; the feeling was scary, negative. It felt like my heart was going to pop out of my chest then and there. It was traumatizing, like a knife was stabbing me in my neck. I know I shouldn't get attacks like these over something so small as this, but it brought so much bad memories, so much pain because I never really felt this way, someone wanting to talk to me not because of using my grades. The silence ended our chat that night.

I asked my mom for therapy, but she only cares about her work, she told me to go live by myself while I was at it. I never knew what a real mom felt like,

I only saw it in movies. Not only that, but I know I shouldn't compare myself to something fictional, but I can't help myself- and not having a dad made it even worse I think that's why mom never really cared about my emotions, my social life nor my living, breathing body either. She has always been overworked up over everything. I try to help her, but she just snatches everything away from me. She either tells me to "leave the house or go somewhere else."

I make her food every day, but all she thinks about is either her work or my grades. Once I was only 7 years old, I got and "A" she was aggravated I could see her face, it was petrifying I bet if there weren't people there, she would not hesitate to hit me, but instead she told me to work on that problem until I got it right- it was midnight almost 1 am, and let me remind you I was only 7 years old, she went to sleep while I was there doing my question over and over- I don't really think it was exaggerating before, but now I know how big of a deal it was. Sometimes I cursed at the world for bringing me to such a cruel place, and then there were moment where I could not be ever more grateful, those moments were when I got to do fashion.

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Of course, I had to do it secretly because of my mom's great expectations "be a lawyer!" she always demanded, but fashion was different, it made me a whole different person it was like a portal that brought me to a world of endless laughter, no pain, no anxiety and no worrying about when death will be at my doorstep.