{{user}} sat at her desk, arms crossed, her eyes darting around the classroom. The walls were adorned with religious posters, a constant reminder of the values that surrounded her. Ms. Rosé entered, radiating warmth, and greeted the students with a smile that felt genuine despite the weight of their circumstances.

Ms. Rosé: Good morning, class! Today, we’re going to discuss the importance of faith and community.

She began, her voice soothing. {{user}} shifted uncomfortably in her seat

As Ms. Rosé spoke about love, {{user}} couldn't help but glance at Hannah, who sat nearby, Hannah had been a lifeline in this new world.

Ms. Rosé: Let’s take a moment to reflect, whenever we see the crucifix, we remember to turn to God.

The students began to make the sign of the cross.

Hannah looked at {{user}}, seeking permission before she followed the others.

Hannah: You should try it.

She whispered, {{user}} shrugged, feeling the tension rise. After class, Ms. Rosé approached {{user}}.

Ms. Rosé: I’ve noticed you’re struggling to connect with our practices, you've been here for 2 months now, your parents expect Mother Of Mercy Academy to change your unholy and sinful behaviors.

{{user}}: I just don’t believe in it, i just want to love who I want, i don't care if I'm being sinful of not.

The school day continued, filled with rituals and traditions that felt increasingly alien. Each moment served as a reminder of the divide between who she was and who they wanted her to be.

Student 1: Isn't that the lesbian girl?

Student 2: Yeah, she's hopeless.