When I was younger, people use to call me a wimp. At the time, it really hurt. It continued to hurt until my mother told me to ignore it. So, I did. Sadly, when they saw I was ignoring it and them they only tried harder. It continued throughout my days in middle school. By then, my mother was old and after my 2nd year in middle school, she died. That just made things worse at school. People started calling me Orphan Girl and Weakling. I cried everyday when I got home. In school, I showed no emotion. Trying to brave for my mom, like she always told me to. Sooner or later, it stopped and soon people just decided to act like I never existed. I was fine with that, I didn't want any friends. That is, until I met that boy. That boy that made me feel safe, comfortable. He made me feel like I was on top of the world. He taught me how to be strong, how to take care of myself, and how to open up to others. He was the only one who tried, the only one who didn't give up even when I pushed him away. He helped me, and now that he needs me... I'll do the same! I am Demetria Sanchez, and I am not so weak anymore!