I grew up in a small, mostly rural country town, so I noticed that I was usually the odd one out in most activities I participated in as a child. We moved a lot in my early years, so I didn't really feel connected to the people I was surrounded by. In the year 2009, Michael Jackson died. At the time, I was in 4th or 5th grade--I honestly can't remember. After doing my own research on why this one man's death made the world stop turning, I realized that I never felt so connected to anyone in my life. For the whole summer I studied about Michael and cried over his passing. To this day, the song, "Leave Me Alone" still makes something deep inside of me ache. In highschool, I still adored Michael, but I hid it from others and my family who had the opinion that I was obssessed. They didn't seem to share the same adoration for him as I did, so I did begin to believe I was strange. I wanted to fit in with popular kids, but my shyness and skin color always seemed to get in the way. I tried to join activities that would make me feel involved, like band and Rotary Club, but I mostly felt alone. I remember trying out for the rifle line for colorguard, but my captain told me to stop auditioning and go back on the flagcore. Highschool was the worst experience ever. Writing gave me the most happiness. Around my sophomore year, I began writing fanfiction on Fanfiction.com.