I got a text from a girl in my school I hardly know anything about.
"Who are you." She texted
"I'm Mari, that's as simple as it gets. If you want to know who I really am, ask god. Mainly because I don't know myself. Some call me ginger, nice, loyal and other things I can't think of but, who am I? Really I don't know how to answer your question at all. I get bullied because of my hair and the other day I felt like giving up, but I won't, but the real question is, why am I not giving up when I don't know what and who I am. Am I a freak. A soulless animal. Don't ask me, ask God, or our society." I texted back.