Michael and Dwight

I always considered myself a different kind of girl. Mostly because I always got treated differently, por my family, por my peers and even my teachers. When I was younger, I always felt like the outsider; the one no one would ever listen to or understand, always ignored, always picked last for a game, ridiculed in anything I said and did, with no one ever giving me a chance to show my full potential.

I was the odd one. I was a black sheep. I know a thing or two about how it feels to be the butt of a joke, being at the mercy of those people called “popular” and “normal”. Too bad all those...