Chapter 1: The Quiet Girl and the Promise of Prom
I was always the kind of girl who disappeared in a crowd. Not because I didn’t have anything to say—but because saying it felt pointless when no one really listened. My teachers said I had a “bright future,” and maybe that was true, but it didn’t matter much when you were sitting at the kitchen table counting grocery money with your mom and grandma, hoping there was enough for bread and peanut butter.
