The school ended up opening an after-school program for students interested in art. I eventually enrolled in the after-school program and spent most of my time there drawing and creating stencils. I was also experimenting with my sexuality at the time, so I kissed a couple of girls during that year and ended up feeling really attracted to girls. In the art class I took after school I started working on a stencil of a girl in a miniskirt bending over with her thong showing and the caption said "Peek-A-Boo". Part of me was still a rebellious teenager who wanted to spread her art all over the school to make the principal angry. When I started working on the small details of the piece I got really creative with the technique. I spent most of my time working on my art and was really proud of that work. The principal and my parents were angry with my work, but I wasn't. That's when I learned to do things for myself and not do everything right just to please everyone around me. I was proud of myself and I loved that piece and no one was going to make me feel any different. When I was 15 I was forced to go to a high school that had everything I hated. It was small, it didn't have an arts program, and none of my friends went there. When I was in freshman year I isolated myself and went straight home, nothing brought me joy, so I did my best to waste time. I would just do my homework and watch TV until I felt it was time to go to sleep. I went to school, did homework, and watched TV my entire freshman and sophomore year. If I didn't watch TV I didn't socialize with anyone and it was difficult to participate in family conversations. At first it was a way to convince my parents that the school they assigned me wasn't helping me in any way, but eventually I found no joy in anything I did, so all I did was