She talked endlessly about how much this march meant to her and how much we were going to shake things up. I was only listening to the voice in my head telling me to escape while I could. But I followed her because I was afraid not to. I followed her because I felt that, if I didn’t, I would be lost forever. I followed her because she was, up until that point, the bravest person that I had ever met, and I was ashamed to be as afraid as I was in front of her.
