Mia Thompson

[dehvan]

So i wanted to write a little bit of my book into pages and have you all read it and give me feed back on what you thought of it i would love to get a feed back and the feeling would make me happy knowing you guys took the time to read what i've written. i am writing a life story, its all true 100% none of it is over done. so i just want to know what you guys think and if theres anything i should change or make it better. i would appreciate this very much!













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[dehvan]

It gets better. All my life it seems people have always been telling me those three same words over and over again. These words never really hit me until I was thinking one day. Does life really get better for some people? Can you really move on from a dramatic past and live a brighter future. That answer is indeed a yes. Life does get better; there is a rainbow after every storm. We’ve heard the story of a hardship life coming out into something beautiful.

I’ve heard this story from many adults putting themselves as a teenager or reliving themselves as one before. Has there ever been a teenager telling you the story they’re living right now? A story that is capturing the emotions of everything that goes on in high school. That one eye witness that is living his or her life right now!

Well that’s going to change because I am that teenager that’s going to show you my story.
Hello my name is Mia Thompson and I am a sixteen year old teenager. I have had a tough life growing up and I know it’s not the hardest life in the world, but it was hard for me. My story or my goal is to make this relatable to you as much as I can. I remember just going through school being bullied and harassed by kids every day. I don’t think I can remember one point in my life where a kid didn’t stare me down, push me on the ground or even say things so emotionally breaking to me. Coming home just crying my eyes out into my pillow, begging my mom not to make me go back to school; I was miserable going through school like this. What kinds of people would pick on someone so much to the point she wants to kill herself.

I always use to wonder why me. Why are they doing this to me? Did I do something wrong to make them act this way to me? Do they just want to hurt me because I’m easy? So easy that even the slightest little negative comment can make me cry.
Let me tell you something: high school is not easy to go through. Sure there are shows on TV that are all so dramatic and you think, “Wow none of this can be true.” Most people are feeling lucky their lives aren’t like this at all. They don’t have anything to worry about. Then there’s us: the outsiders, the weird ones, the ones that don’t belong. People like me. Yes I’ve been called many things that would snap the average girl in half.
“Oh Mia is so weird you don’t want to be friends with her.”
Or even
“Mia is a freak; don’t go near her!”
I’ve been called many horrible things by kids so many times it’s brought me down to my breaking point. To the point where I lock myself in my room and just cry myself to sleep. It has brought me to that point where I think no one likes or cares about me. My friends turn their back on me and tell me “Oh it’s not that bad you big drama queen.” It has brought me to that point where all I want to do is be alone, depressed, and curl up in a ball and just vanish. That one point that breaks so many people sometimes, even they lose their lives over it.
I’ve tried suicide before, I used to take a razor blade to my tongue and slice it every so often. Feeling the rush of the blood was like my drug, feeling myself slip away from the world. Slowly I would die and not be a part of this world any longer. Not to suffer anymore or feel like I’m the gum on someone’s shoe to be scraped off and left there.
Yeah I had those moments, yet here I am still. I am not dead; I am still living my life even though it can be cold and lonely. Yet even after all the suffering I’ve gone through, I still got up on my feet and walked along my path, just walking until one day I saw it: the bright light finally appearing through my dark hallways- the sweet bliss of that light shining in my face. I could feel beautiful rays of warmth all around my body. I felt those happy feeling I got all over as I sprinted off, leaving behind all the bad memories all the pain I was caused running straight into it.

[Saint Justin]

I liked your post lol..

[dehvan]

oooohhh lol

[thamanpaul]

is there going to be a main antagonist or is this more of just a diary of your life?

also, what is going to be the motif or theme to this story?

this is all of course critique, as best as I can offer it.
I commend you for posting this! and you're a strong, brave person. thanks for sharing with us!

[dehvan]

im going to add more i think like do the whole book cause i got 110pages right now

[thamanpaul]

i'll read it if you post it, but you should probably upload it to like googledocs or something if you're gonna do the whole thing

[99 Pray]

+1^

[James]

i'll read it too. i also commend you for posting this. takes courage to share your emotions like that. =)