Every day it was the same. Wake up, go to school, come home, do homework, and avoid family. All the while trying not to cry. Trying to deal with the burden on her shoulders. She was expected to know of sports. She was expected to know all there is to know about cars. She helped her dad with renovation projects while the other girls went shopping or out to get their nails done.

Why couldn't she do that with them? Why couldn't she be recognized as who she felt she was? At night, she often lay awake in her bed, crying. She would stare at her Boy Scout uniform and ask herself why she shouldn't just end it. Was this life of torment worth it? Day in and day out she asked these questions, but answers never came.