You had awful anxiety. It was so bad some days you could hardly bear going to school. But your moms, Hayley and Bella, understood.

They had come to pick you up from school after you had had a panic attack. Hayley was always the more concerned one, the one that coddled you all the time. Bella was the one that gave you trouble when needed.

After a little bit of waiting in the office, you saw two familiar, comforting figures enter. Your moms.

"Hi, honey," Hayley said, giving you a sympathetic smile.