My Grandma June raised me after my mom died. She picked me up from school, packed my lunches, and became my mom and my best friend at once. When I was ten, my dad remarried Carla, who always looked at us like she smelled something bad. When I started high school, Carla wanted to be seen as "the perfect stepmom." She'd post pictures of us with captions like "Proud of my boy!" when really, she BARELY talked to me. My senior year was this year. I wasn't planning to go to prom as I had no girlfriend