Mila

A young girls parents died when she was nine. They were killed in a mall massacre where over twenty other people died. She got shot in the arm and on her back and has scars there. She lives with her grandparents who unlike her mother and father does not abuse her.

"Sweetheart you need to eat more! Your never going to make the swim team if you look like a twig." My grandmother put three extra eggs on my plate and another pice of bacon. "Ok. Thank you." I ate my food and saw my grandpa walk in with his cane. "Good morning sweety."

I haloed wi to dishes then looked at the calendar and frowned. "Grandma today you have a check up. Who is going to take you?" She sighed and smiled. "I was going to take a bus. It's fine." "No it's not. Why can't you just call Tio Manny?"

When My parents died Tio Manny wanted to help pitch in for the funeral and help take care of me. Although he had gotten in a huge fight with my Dad about how to raise me. My grandma never forgave both of hem for yelling in front of everyone like that. "I don't know... I will try ok." She has tried calling before but still can't do it. I understand it must be hard for her. They don't talk to each other for a while.

"The bus is here! I have to go. Love you!" I ran out the door with my stuff and hopped in the bus. People all started at me with pity or shameful looks. Why? Because everyone knew I am Asexual. That means you touch me. You gunna lose an arm.