"ELIZA, GET YOUR ASS READY FOR SCHOOL!" Elizas mom shouted. It was a Wednesday morning, it was raining, eliza had just woken up and was about to get up when she heard her mom shouting for her. " CHILL OUT,IM COMING." Eliza shouted back. Eliza threw on some jeans,a white t-shirt , a sweater, and ran down stairs, "what's for breakfast?" She asked. "Pancakes," her mom replied. Eliza quickly ate and took her meds, then grabbed an umbrella so she didn't get soaked. "Bye, mom." she ran out the door and got out the door just in time for the school bus to arrive. She got on the bus to leave, but then she saw her mom running and yelling about her forgetting her lunch. She rolled her eyes and then asked the bus driver to stop driving real quick, and when he did, she hopped off and grabbed her lunch, then quickly got back on. "Ugh, why does she have to be so God damn embarrassing?" Eliza mumbled to herself.
At school
Eliza walked into school, trying not to panic as her ocd/anxiety was already kicking in. What if no one likes me? What do they think of me? They must be laughing at me. There are way too many people here. Where are my friends? They must not like me anymore. Eliza quickly ran to the bathroom so no one could see her anxiety attack. They couldn't care less about her anyway. It's not like anyone knows this happens to her. For the longest time, only her family knew. And boy, would her life be harder if anyone knew she already gets bullied for her stutter. Why are people so rude? That's a question she asks herself every day.
