In school, when I was younger, I was always picked on for being different from other people. I wasn't always going outside to recess, or hanging out with the other kids.

That all changed when I got to high school. My sister, Melissa, was my favorite person, always telling me that it's okay to be different. She was a Senior and she always helped me throughout the day.

If someone said anything about how I dressed or how I acted, Melissa would tell them off for screwing with me.

Melissa was my best friend.

I looked up to her.