Melissa Lopez is a student at Birmingham Charter High School. Love for her comes from motorcycles. The rush of adrenaline and velocity running through her veins is an everlasting sensation she’ll crave and desire endlessly. A speed of fulfillment, anger of more, but discipline to live and survive through her limits. She wants to surpass all the possibilities that seem impossible to everyone else, even herself, and her mind, in understanding her control over her body, movements, handling, stepping into womanhood, and forgetting life back then before her love for bikes. Putting one leg over, then the other, on the back seat of the bike, putting on her helmet, gloves, holding onto the tank, and trusting in that control. She’s ready. It’s like Melissa wishes for memories that won’t subside, rampant, and feelings that won’t, ‘flow both ways.’ She searched and found the soul within writing, fresh air, breath, and temptation to make it all corrupt, but with peace. Messages of her own kind of judgment.

To Melissa, Harley Quinn always taught her many vivid ways of life, creating her love for her makeup, mind, body, tattoos, wisdom, and difference of reality. A craziness only felt by the uncomfortable. To Melissa, Harley Quinn is a comfort character. Not only her unforgettable smile, eyes, hair, and unlike anyone, but in her vision, being, that love is blind. Melissa loves it all, and she’ll always love Suicide Squad. A faded kind of insane obsession. She’s totally crazy over heels, platform stiletto heels, knowing she’s still young, since she saw gorgeous women as she was young rocking these kinds of bad boys, it’s been a beauty to her. No matter the cost, pain, height, or feeling, she has her own obsession with possessing heels.

There is an insane fascination that she, too, has with enduring her stamina while running. To all life has offered and the suffering to Melissa, she had an injury that was just another piece of hell life delivered. Start from scratch, like a newborn baby who’s learning to walk again, but with a twist. Her body, her leg, just didn’t let her. Like romance. To her, she felt like she had been shot. No. Her knee just popped. No peace there. No going back. A rebirth. Like a renaissance. The mind is powerful. She knew that. You can make yourself believe anything you desire. But then, as she put a doubt in everyone, no one could have helped her. Life continues. Hell in this world continued. She’s healed to know, in her mind, physically, that her love of running is present now. And will continue to. Melissa loves dancers. She isn’t one herself. But Dancers who use flexibility, control, and body. She sees a beauty that comes from the soul, too. As she once read, “The floor is the canvas, your body is the brush, your soul is the paint. We all can turn a self-portrait into a masterpiece.” It’s a fulfilling desire.

Metallica. Melissa is in love with Metallica. She loves the sensations of outrage of the beat, the rhythm. Every string played on the guitar, every sound of the drums. A masterpiece. A love so surreal, out of the ordinary, eternal sound to her ears. Of course, “Nothing Else Matters,” “The Unforgiven, The Unforgiven II,” “Turn the Page,” and “Fade to Black” are beauties. Ariana Grande, Melissa loves Ariana, and she’ll continue loving and vibing to Ariana. She feels good and confident each time she plays Ariana Grande’s music; she’ll forever be the one and only. Always and forever. “Dangerous Woman” is forever in her heart. Now, again, to her love of bikes. Right now, her favorite bike is her Dad’s, his Ninja 636. The bike, the green, black, is “forever beautiful.” Never disappointing, smooth, handsome, incredible. Unlike anyone or anything. She chooses the bike. Over the sins and temptations of life.

Melissa doesn’t predict her future, her hopes, or her dreams. Nothing. She knows there is a beginning and an end. Win and loss, happiness, and sadness. But an undeniable life of cold, and not. She chooses her, and a soul not worth losing, nor winning for. Or both. She wants to become the impossible and acquire a hold of survival. “If I could start my life all over again, I would make the exact same choices that I’ve made.” Metallica, Turn the Page.