Long ago in a world of lies and half-truths lived a girl of only seven and ten years of age. She went around this world as if in a trance, falling into a rut she repeated day after day. Her hopes were little, insignificant to all but her. While this was so, her fears were great extending to the extent of will she be able to write well and will anyone remember her typos in her last profile. The child grew up in a country filled with poverty and debt, all the money held by the one-percent, and while it will stay that way for a long time, she was only a faded speck in the wind. Even one speck though, can do a lot if it hits the right pebble and can start a landslide like no other. She is this speck and the pebble has already been hit. Where it has started nobody knows except her, but they will soon.

"Many people can stand out in a crowd of five, but very few people can do so in groups of thousands"

-anonymous