Eliza was different on the inside than she was on the outside. On the inside, she was just like everyone else - filled with energy, excitement, life. She waved her spirit like a magic wand to make others laugh, be inspired and to enliven them with fun. Her spirit soared, and she never ran out of exciting stories to share with her friends, for she did pretty much everything that there was to do. She was the life of the party, with a personality that seemed to have been painted by the most astounding artist who had ever lived and who ever will live. Her soul was like the sunrise waiting to shine on every person in her life. This was her true self. When she was this person, she felt neither male nor female. The voice in her head was androgynous too. It didn't sound like her real one because her real voice didn't fit the person she was on the inside. It was someone else's.
Eliza sat in her third grade class, her faced drained of expression. She wasn't even aware that she looked depressed,