Mariah, an Asian-American highschool student suddenly came out to her mother that she is gay to her mother, resulting in them having a fight.
"Get out of the house!!!"
Her mother shouted, face covered in tears and anger. Mariah was confused. Why was she crying? Why was she angry? Mariah left the house in a hurry, without any belongings, without anywhere to go.

It started raining, as if the sky doesn't want her pain to ease away, it started raining. Mariah sat in front of a local Walmart, head buried in her arms, crying. She is vunerable, a state she never thought she would be in ever since her dad left. She thought that her mom loved her. She thought that her mom would accept her as she is. She is not less of a human now that her mom knew that she is gay? A couple passed where she was sitting, looked at her and laugh hysterically. More people walked by, completely cold; some people even spat at her and mumble: 'Go back to your country.'

Why?

Mariah closed her eyes, asking if there is a God, please help her. Please salvage her. Please God, if you are there, save me.
Mariah felt exhausted, cold; her body trembles. She never knew, being away from her mom would be this hard, but she didn't want to go back. Her mom wouldn't want her back.

Then someone spoke to Mariah. It's a guy she never met.
"Are you okay?"
He asked, sounding genuinely worried about a stranger.
"I'm..."
Mariah spoke, and the next thing she knew, she was with him, driving on his Toyota and feeling alive again. His name was Dawn. She would say that he was the friend she always wanted, the friend that she believed would never betray her in anyway. She truely believed that.

But...

In a blink of an eye, Dawn was pin to the ground by a police officer, screaming and fighting back as Mariah herself was cuffed and shoved into a police car.
There were shouting and muffled unidentifyable sounds surrounding Mariah and her eyes were blurred by tears.

She felt isolated again.

Three years has gone by. Mariah was released from prison. She met people there. Women, who were guilty, who weren't guilty and who was in the same state of mind as her; women who were gay, bi, trans, cis; women who were black, white, Latino, Native and many more. They told her their story. Mariah then promised to herself that once released, she will be the one who tell their story to the world.

Two years later, Mariah published her first book about women in prison, she told their story. Sold millions of copies and recieve the Nobel Price of Literature in her thirties.

Standing on the stage of nomination, in a beautiful dress she hand-picked, she is now telling them...

Her story.

(Her Story, coming in your local cinema this summer. Stay tuned.)