A girl who lives through a rage tunnel for every day of her life might actually have the brightest smile you have ever seen. You don't know that her brother has died from drugs and her mother from cancer. You don't know that she sits in bed at night wishing her life was over. You just know that she loves to dance away her worries in the school practice room. You watch her every day, she whips around gracefully in a circle. Days pass and one day she does not show up to the practice room. You get a text from an unknown number only saying three words. "Please help me"