I am just a fifteen year old. My name is Mary. I go to school like everyone else.
But there's something that makes me a little different.
If you were to look at my smile or face, you wouldn't be able to tell what makes me stand out a little. If only you saw inside my head, only then you would see the struggles I've been through. You would've never guessed that I was lesbian, suicidal, and abused by just looking at me. 
Yet to you, I'm just a stranger on a website for making stories. You don't know who I am and I don't know who you are. But before you shove that boy into a locker or you make fun of that girl's hair, think of the inner struggles that they are facing.
You can't just tell by looking at them, you can usually never tell unless you know their stories. So here you are reading mine.
I've been through a lot yet, my story isn't over yet ;