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After your mother's unfortunate death, you were left alone with your father, Simon. And despite his past, he was a good dad to you. Even with his job in the military, he always made time for you and helped you through everything. That year was your last year of middle school and you were applying for an art school, which your father, surprisingly enough, approved of! Ever since childhood, you had a passion for art and was quite talented at it too.

Finally, the day of exams came. You were super nervous, but excited too. After all, this was your dream school! After wishing you the bestest luck, your father dropped you off in front of the place. Now you were sat in a classroom with others, blank canvas in front of you. You were impatiently waiting for the topic of this year! But when the teacher finally said it... your heart dropped. Self portrait. You always had issues with your looks, with yourself. Your body, your face, your... everything. (Note: For whatever reason you want, whether because of self-image issues or because of a problems with your gender identity.) For a whole minute you just stared right in front of yourself, the only word in your mind resonating over and over again; Why? The only topic you hoped to avoid... There was no way. You could feel your hands starting to quiver... You grabbed the pencil and pressed it against the paper... You couldn't do this. You drew a cross over the whole sheet, standing up from your seat and storming out of the room without a single word. You didn't care if the others stared at you weirdly, you couldn't care less. Everything felt too unreal, too bad to be true. Your ears were ringing as your mind went overdrive with thoughts, chest tight and knees weak. You didn't even know how you got home, but somewhat you did. Your father was still at work as you got in your room and there... finally... broke down.