'Mum I'm scared. I don't think I can do this!' I said in fear. 'Mia honey go, you'll have a great time!' Mum cheered. One foot through the door and I was already tagged as the new girl. People pointing, starring, whispering and laughing...I had to ignore it. So I went to class as calm as I could be. Although I was crying inside. I sat down feeling stressed. I didn't even pay attention today...I just walked out like i didn't care when the bell went. It was time to go home but little did you know I was pushed around, called names and torn apart today. It hurts to be the new girl with a different accent. I got home, ran up stairs, passing my mum, into my room and slammed the door. Now I know I wasn't ready for this big change. I walked into the bathroom to run a bath...noticing my mascara running down my pale cheeks. I had a razor in my hand but I didn't have the guts today. No. Certainly not today. I could see what it'd done... my legs were ruined my arms were torn.
I stepped into the bath...it wasn't helping with all these razors, pills and god knows what else lying around. Unpacked from boxes. I sat in the bath slipping down and down...I wanted to drown. I didn't...still I don't have the guts. It was so hard. I jumped out and wrapped a towel around me and ran in my room to get changed...
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Teen FictionTrigger warning. Mia lived in Central wales until she moved to Bournemouth. Everything changed. She started an all girls school: 'Avonbourne' that she thought would be a fresh page to her new life living south. Apparently not...
