**Lila**
“Why are you in my closet?” I asked Nina as she pulled clothing out of it.
As soon as we walked into my house, Nina ran straight up to my room and into my closet. I stood by, watching her rummage through my clothes.
The car ride over to my house had been quiet. I understood what Nina was saying in the car; I really did. I know I try too hard to get people to like me.
But I don’t know what else to do. I would love to change who I am. I would love to have confidence, to stand up for myself, but I can’t.
Once Nina seemed satisfied with the clothes she had pulled out, she turned to me and said, “Okay, let’s go.”
“Go? What are you doing?” I asked her.
“Lila, just come with me,” she said as she walked past me to leave my room.
I shook my head and followed her. I had no idea what
