Story is in first person. (e.g I felt sad etc.)
-
Do you know what Mia hates more than sneezing on your period? Heights. They're terrifying. The thought of your feet off the ground and your body being shoved by gravity is sickening.
Mia would also k...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
✈ Prologue✈
My heart sped faster as I clutched tightly onto the railing behind me. I could hear the loud chants of the popular girls behind me. I released one hand from my grip so that my right arm was dangling free. I gulped loudly and looked below me. The only ground I could see was faded in my sight and I couldn't help but think about how possible it was for me to die. My legs began to shake and my other hand began to slip. I let out a deafening scream. I shook my head and began to turn around, I wasn't going to do this. Just as I was about to bail I felt something hard push me forward. I stumbled, reacting fast. My surroundings spun and smeared, my stomach lifted to my chest and I forgot how to breathe.
Do you know what I hate more than broccoli? Heights. You're basically willing to fall to your death. Just the thought of losing your breath while being forced to an invisible ground is sickening. Falling literally makes your gut escape out of the top of your ribcage while all your surroundings appear to be a blur. And I don't mean falling a few centimetres, I mean falling from the top floor of a shopping mall to the bottom, hoping that you would land on the stall full of stuffed animals. Which in fact, was exactly what I experienced. And here's how it happened:
✈ Last Friday ✈
"Hey Mia, are you going to Brooke's party tomorrow?" Aria asked me. I lifted my head from my half-eaten sandwich and stared at her curious eyes.
"No," I mumbled while spitting some chewed up bread onto her forehead. I hadn't thought about that party, in fact, I had forgotten about it until now.
"Why not?" she whined. She lifted the palm of her hand and wiped off the wet crumb before continuing, "I promise I won't spray you with a hose then bring you on top of an angled roof like the last party you went to!"
Images of me slipping off a roof and almost dying popped into my head, the incident might of happened three years ago but the memories were as fresh as a mango in the summer. I fought back the urge to snap at Aria for almost killing me and cleared my throat.
"No," I repeated bluntly.
She sighed and poked her salad with her fork. "Then I'm not going," she mumbled. I furrowed my eyebrows as she pouted and stared at me with big, round, teary eyes. "Though, the popular girls will be there and I'm sure they'd like a new friend like you," she whimpered.
As much as I told myself her sadness was fake, I couldn't miss the only chance I had to be popular.
"Fine," I groaned, "On one condition, I'm not wearing a dress and you have to stop taking acting classes."
She cheered and laughed. I looked back at my nutella sandwich and lifted it towards my mouth.
