Let it Breathe

Let it Breathe

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Artie is an eighth grade art prodigy going to Milton Middle school. For as long as she can remember, art was her passion, and Juilliard was her dream. But the instant the word 'college' escaped her lips, she didn't get her desired response. Her mom briefly informed her that 'college' was not in a single mom's budget. Basically, her only hope was scholarships. So when her art teacher, Mr. Garrett, mentions The Art Show; it becomes the sole purpose of her being in life. But once an accident occurs, Mr. Garrett must teach her about what makes a true masterpiece with three words: "Let it Breathe'"
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Ana

Life as a child was amazing. Your weight didn't matter. Your clothes didn't matter. Your parents money didn't matter. All that mattered was who you were going to play with, but that's all gone now. My sister hates me, my mom has no time for me, and my dad, well he left me. My life has been one whirlwind after another. Except I'm content with it, till it all comes crashing down. Every television, billboard, and magazine is covered with models. Models that are supposed to be role models, for us. Perfect face, perfect body, perfect life. I have none of those things. All my life I've never cared that I was over weight, and didn't wear makeup. Who knew a boy could change all of that? That's when I decided to starve myself, force myself to look like the girls in the magazines. Who knew all I was doing was slowly killing myself? Life likes to play games, except my game is called Ana and I don't think I will survive. (unedited) Cover by: MadHatter_25

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