"So, I was standing in the middle of this huge crowd and some guy, no one knew who he was, ran out in the middle of everyone and just starting yelling the most outrages things. He was screaming gibberish and I mean literal gibberish," I said trying unsuccessfully not to laugh while talking, "Omg," I said taking my first bite of what she made, "this is amazing. I haven't had a home cooked meal since, well, since we stop going to church every Wednesday night so my mom could getting free childcare for me,"

"Really? You like it? Well, you're welcome to come over anytime," I smiled at the thought of getting away from my life for a while, even if was just for a few hours every other day to just relax and be myself with two people who like me for me and not who I was.

"Wait, what time is it?" I asked.

"5:15, why do you ask?" she replied.

"I've got to go," I said pretty rushed, "I promised my mom I would be home before her at 5:30. Fang, we got to go,"

"Okay, let's go then," Fang said.

"Hurry up," I yelled to him over the sound of the engine.

"I'm going as fast as I can," he yelled back, "without getting us pulled over,"

"We have less than 10 minutes for me to get home and make a whole wardrobe change,"

"Well, if you calmed down, I could get you home faster," he said, "just hold on tight,"

"You don't have to tell me twice," I said with a smug smile on my face and he smiled with me.

We arrived back just in time for me to get inside, change clothes, and put on Max's mask before my mother got home.

Right when she walked in she asked, "Please tell me you didn't skip school today just to stay home like last time,"

"No, mother, I actually spent my day with a guy," I said trying to sound like a conceited little prick.

"Really?" she said, "Tell me about the day,"

"Oh, mother you know I don't kiss and tell," I smirk, watching her squirm.

"Ooh…," she replied, with voice rising in pitch "when are you seeing him again,"

"I don't know he comes and goes,"

"Well, you just might want to hold on to him,"

"Oh, trust me. I plan to," I said with a bit of an evil smile to prove to my mom that I wasn't going soft.

After that said I went to my room and found the thing I've been waiting all day to get my hands on: my box. I've had this box since I was a little girl. This is my "what I want to be" box. As a six year old girl, I wanted to be a princess. By eight, I had changed it to beauty queen. At twelve, I told myself I wanted to be my sisters. But it wasn't until this year at age fourteen that I wanted to be myself. This box was everything I ever stood for and now I'm going to represent myself and never who anyone else wants me to be.