"Are you all right Mom?" "Yes sweetheart. I'm fine," she replied. "What makes you think you wantto be a girl?" she added. I felt like telling her that...I thought that'swhat she wanted of me. Still, I knew that this was my decision, not hers.It was I who'd spend the rest of my life walking in high heels, not her,well not unless she wanted to. "Mom, I want to thank you for helping me find my way. It would have takenme far longer without your help, but I'm now certain that I'd have woundup here. “Grace! Get your stuff together! You have a test to take and if you dare get less than a “B” you know Mom and Dad will decrease your allowance.” I yelled to myself in my head. “One hour left,” mumbled the dapper professor. Of course, him speaking brought my train of thought all scrambled again. How long had I thought about him. A whole half an hour. I looked down at the test waiting for my brain to make sense of the words. I had been non-stop studying for the past two days for this exam. The. She turned the stove top on, then put her hand on it. Nothing happened to her.It was ... odd, being back in class. The girls went as well. The difference was, they’d have college afterwards, and I wouldn’t. In creative writing, I wrote a short piece about life as a mouse in a laboratory maze. In Spanish, I simply took the regular test with everyone else. Then in speech, we discussed some of the great speeches of previous American Presidents.Lunch was fun. The team knew I’d be there today. It. He put his phone into his pocket and stood waiting, suddenly a car drove past me and went into the parking lot, he waved and it pulled up alongside them.There was a group of men, four in the car, they got out and bundled to prostate body of the girl into the car, and drove off, leaving her clothes on the ground.The guy who had called the men in the car, bent down and picked them up and threw them off to the side, and started to walk out of the car park, and straight towards my car.He walked.