If it wasn't for Owen, Lilz wouldn't exist today. Owen made me. He shaped me, twisted me from the meek blonde girl at the back of the classroom into someone sharper, tougher. The kind of girl who could stand up for herself, who was strong, snarky, mean, who didn’t care what people thought, who held respect for her. Still a good person, at heart – with a solid moral compass, great incentive – but a hardened version, a nice girl with a not-so-lovely shell.
That sounds healthy…
