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Chapter 1

Chapter 1
"Grace! Grace! Wake up! Your going to be late!" I heard from my closed door. I walk over there and open it.
"I'm ready! I've been ready for 20 minutes!" I yell at my older brother Jackson.
"Well be down stairs in 5 or I'm leaving without you!" He says while walking down the stairs.
I walk over to my mirror in my bathroom, and straighten out my long sleeve grey v-neck, along with my black skirt. I also pull up my thigh high socks, and check my makeup and hair.
"You can do this. You are Grace Taylor Anderson. You will do amazing on your first day. You will make friends. You aren't sick anymore. You..."
"Grace!"
I look at my self one last time, and run down the stairs and out the door to start my new journey at my new school.
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My brother and I pull in to the high school parking lot, earning a lot of attention.
"Are you ok?" Jackson asks me. " Because if you aren't up to doing this yet, then I'll turn around and we can go home and watch movies and.."
" Jackson, I'm ... I'll be fine. Let's just get this school year over with." I assure him.
He nods and gets out of the car.
This is my brothers last year in high school. I still have 2 more years. I don't know what I'm going to do without him.
My brother knocks on my window scaring me and reeling me out of my thoughts.
"You coming?"
I nod and grab my bag and start walking with my brother to the front doors.
While walking up to the door we earned a lot of looks. The boys were looking at me and the girls looking at my brother.
We walk through the front doors, and all the conversations that we're going on, had stopped. All eyes on us. My breathing started to go faster. My brother had noticed the change of pace in my breathing and looked over at me,
"We are going home." He grabs my hand and starts to walk off thinking I'm with him. But I'm still standing in the same spot trying to control my breathing.
" no. We are staying here.."
"Are you sure?" He asks.
I nod.
"Ok. Let's go get our schedules.
We walk into the front office to the desk with a lady sitting behind it.
"Names"
"Grace and Jackson Anderson."
she started shuffling through some papers and pulled two files out.
"Here you go have a nice day." She said plainly.
We started slowly walking towards our lockers, which were in two different hallways.
"Are you okay with this?" Jackson asks me.
I nod.
"I'll see you at lunch." I say. I hug him and we go our separate words.
Looking down at my schedule, trying to figure out what my locker number, a girl runs into my shoulder, causing me to drop everything I was holding.
"I'm so sorry! Let me help you!" The red head said while bending down stacking my stuff with me.
"It's ok. I should have been watching where I was going." I tell her.
"No it's my fault!" She yells while looking down on a price of paper.
Then I notice it's my schedule.
"We have advanced art together! Wanna walk with me?" She asks while handing me my schedule back.
Before I could answer she hooks arms with me and drags me to advanced art.
She wouldn't even let me go to my locker.
We walk into the classroom and she sits down at a table for two. I start to walk away and she grabs my arm.
"Sit with me. I don't bite!" She tells me.
I sit down in the seat and we get to talking. He name is Avery. And she is my first friend here.
In the middle of talking the teacher walks in and everybody goes quiet.
"Alright class," he starts while handing out sheets of art paper. "Today we are going to be drawing ourselves. But not our reflection." Everybody is confused and is whispering to each other.
"Does anybody know what I mean?" The teacher asks.
I raise my hand slowly.
He sees my hand and says, " yes..."
"Grace. My name is grace."
"Ok Grace. What do you think I mean by paint ourselves but not our reflections." He repeats.
"I think what you mean is paint how we see ourselves. If we see ourselves fat, or too skinny, or too ugly. Anything that society tells us what we look like. Or you don't paint your face. You could paint or draw something that scares you. Something that draws out your demons." I expected lain with my head down. I start to look up, and everybody is looking at me in awe.
"Spot on Grace. I'm excited to see what comes from your art work this year." He exclaims. " all right everybody get to work."
I look down at my sheet. And I imagine how I felt a few weeks ago. I grabbed some of my charcoal, and got to work and zoned out.
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By the time I was finished, I had black on the bottom of my arm. I went to get up to go wash my hands, but when I got up everybody was looking at my drawing. Some people had worry in. There eyes. A few had awe in there eyes. Then one o them was just plain sadness.
I looked back at my drawing. It had a girl, who was half normal and half broken. The normal side was beautiful. The girl was smiling and was very happy. In the broken one, she looked so lifeless. So sad and depressed. She was skin and bones, and she was starting to fall.
I gave it one last look and take it to the turn in box, and ask if I can leave class early.
My teacher nods.
I go back to my desk surrounded with students who are just looking at me, I just grab my bag and walk out of the classroom.
I started to tear up, and hyperventilating. It was happening again. I run to the girls bathroom and drop my stuff in a stall. I sit down, hugging myself, while rocking. I'm having a panic attack. Another one. Third one this week. My hands are shaking while I text my brother an sos and my location. I feel so lonely and just very anxious.

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