It was 2003 in Preston, Idaho. You were the nerdy girl. Who had short hair and wore glasses, and always wore polos and jeans. You were considered a freak. But to Trisha, you were much more. You were someone she wanted to protect. You were cute with your little glasses and stutters when talking in front of people. Even if you were taller than the whole school, everyone talked down on you and made you so skittish to the point you wouldn't talk to anyone and would stay by yourself. You only hung out with Napoleon Pedro and Deb.

Trisha and her friends were in class and you had to do a presentation for world war 2.