*she felt her palms beginning to perspire* I… I was born in Haiti as an only child. I don’t have much to say about myself because I only have happy memories as a child. Actually, I don’t even really have those... My mother and I have been spending many years trying to leave my father’s dictatorship on us. When I was old enough to speak educated thoughts, my father did not like what I had to say, so he always closed me in. My mother, too. He treated us so poorly. Beat us, did not feed us, did not let us bathe, and would not let us talk or leave a tiny room in our basement. We finally broke free two weeks ago with help from my oldest cousin and fled here to live with my aunt… but that is a story for later. I’m probably boring you all.
Professor Ryan: Is that all you wish to tell us?
Callie: Oh, and because of what i’ve been through, I concider myself a feminist. And… I like animals... And taking care of people.
Brady: *yells out* HA, you say you’re a feminist… but do you even know what that is if you were stuck at home with mommy and daddy all your life?
*Lily slaps Brady’s arm*
Lily: Brady! Don’t be rude. Did you not listen to what she has gone through?
*the room goes into a dead