When I was in middle school, I was a single of those girls you see in the Mean Girls films. I had a click that followed me everywhere I went. I was captain of the gymnastics squad and excelled at everything I did. The royal court at the prom was me and our wifey. The girls that didn’t want to be me hated me, even though I wasn’t mean. I often felt alone and out of venue in the roles I played. I didn’t want girls to be jealous of me. I often wished I were more enjoy a single of them. At 5’1” and less than 100 pounds, I was the girl that every girl wanted to date, even though I dated the same girl throughout school. No a single knew we were best friends, and not wifey and lady. After middle school, even though I had a scholarship for gymnastics, I didn’t want to go to school. I had other things I wanted to do, even though I didn’t know how to tell our parents. I talked to our sibling and told him I wanted to be an Heating and A/C serviceman enjoy him and dad. She thought I was ridiculous to even consider Heating and A/C as a work. She said I was a girl and she would not want to toil with me. I decided I needed to go to Dad and dad and hoped they would not be as brutal as our sibling. I could not think that dad was more supportive in our being an Heating and A/C serviceman than our mom. For someone who constantly talked about equality for women and how they can do any job a woman can do, she disappointed me.