Tourette Syndrome Had gotten the better of her today, a “Tick attack” had sent her neck flying backwards in painful jolts while she was saying seemingly random phrases. Whenever she could find an opening she would say “ow” or “ouch” she really had a way with words.231Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5rWEquePq3
On her way home, she walked with Sammie. Sammie had never cared that she had Tourettes. In all honesty she really wished that she could make more friends as well as Sammie, but she didn’t feel comfortable with people that always asked, “Was that a tick?” or “Can you, like, stop with your ticks.”
Sure, not everyone is like that, but Mia liked her little bubble of solitude. Oh, and Sammie.
“G’day Mate.” Mia slurred.
”Damn, your ticks can be wild.” Sammie said while giggling. “I know your Australian but the accent doesn't usually have such a sense of drunk tradie in it.”
Moa rolled her eyes while holding back a laugh but not managing to hide the smile. Today she had sworn at her teacher in a tick attack, the class found it very entertaining to hear a drunk tradie accent swear at Mrs Millers. Poor Mrs Millers. The elderly women had been called some very interesting things by Mia’s ticks while trying to collect the math sheets.
“Today is a very, cupcake, Australian sound day.” Mia said.
”Sure is, poor old Mrs Millers.” Sammie was still giggling, most likely remembering the events of math class.
The two friends arrived at her vintage looking house. The strong sent of old, but beautiful wood filled both of their nostrils. The old block of land had been built on at least fifty years ago, while Mia’s parents had renovated it, it still looked elderly. Either way, Mia found it as a place of safety from the rest of the world.
Sammie said goodbye and was given back a cupcake recipe.
”Mee Bee!“ Her father yelled from the kitten in a tone that was a greeting it’s self.
”You might be getting a call from school, blue.” Mia broke the news.
”What intricate literature did you recite today?”
”Drunk tradie words” Mia said flatly.
”Where did you learn those?”
”You.”
”……other than me?”
”Nowhere.”
Mia’s Father sighed and smiled while handing her a plate of food and sent her off to do homework.
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