After school, I walked straight to the auto repair shop my mom had lobbied for me. My steps felt lighter than usual as I got closer to the place. I didn't know if it was excitement or relief. I had been nervous about the first day, but something about this place made me feel like I belonged already.

When I stepped inside, I realized it wasn’t as quiet as I thought. A few guys looked up from their work and immediately tried to look impressive. Muscles flexing, chests out, some even tried ...