Milo Bowens

Growing up in a house with my father, my mother and my brother, I never knew what it was like to have opportunity. Constantly having things taken from me, I had to teach myself how to get what I wanted and needed. While my brother was loud and obnoxious, I took what was rightfully

i grew up very introverted and had very few friends because of it. I never liked to rely on the people around me and was terrified of failure if I needed to lean on someone else other than myself and my family. Tho, I wanted to help everyone around me. I was afraid to look like a fool in front of new people.

My lacking social skills in my last semester of high school got the attention of a few rowdy boys who wanted me to "speak my mind." They picked on me, called me "The Quiet freak" and attempted to tamper with most of my school items to see how I would react. One guy put gum in my hair and poured water onto the back of my bag to ruin the contents inside. Humiliated, I went home as fast as I could. I looked at myself in the mirror, and hated my reflection.