Teen Girl Faces Time in the Sand … Excerpt: Chapter 1 … Part 1
… a timely tale of struggles, regrets and survival on Social Media with a Superpower Tool
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Who worries about young teen girls lost in time in a Selfie culture? Who cares if adolescent brains are undeveloped to enter adult rites on social media?
CHAPTER ONE: PEE IN THE BOTTLE says the BITCH ON THE BEACH
…beloved Selfie Cell phones, drug treatment, and making Time in the Sand
Part one: the problem of selfies, addiction, granny introduces time as a value
Part two: discuss frames and fragility of time … what if my mistakes are not my fault?
“Pee in this cup,” the doctor said, pristine fingernails, pale grey eyes, white jacket, sitting in a whitish clinical room with files of other diseases neatly stacked behind him on the wall shelf. “Keep the door open.”
“Don’t have to,” I said, matter of fact.
“Then drink this water and we’ll wait a few minutes to do your drug test.”
A few minutes earlier his assistant had weighed me at 90 pounds. You could count the heavy strands in my brown hair, long and unwashed, without any softness or shine. I keep sniffing … my nose is dripping … sign of an addict. My stare is vacant as I wait to pee because I need a drug free sample to get more methadone to stop my craving for harder drugs. Facing odds to become sober or face death.
I’ve always wanted to be a better person … my mother and my father, when he was home, always stood by and believed in me. Who filled my brain with promotional rubbish to disavow myself enough to want to be like somebody else? How did I learn so much disrespect for others including myself? How did this happen? Who told me to think that my parents and society in general were clueless, out of touch? How did I end up with this guy who pounds the wall, hits me and minutes later kneels down begging that I don’t leave him? How did I end up hooked on drugs?
This afternoon, my Grannie has driven me in to the appointment and sits beside me with clasped hands holding her stupid simulated snake handbag. She isn’t really that old…
