Taylor Continues Retelling Her Story I squint, assessing the seriousness of his question. “I lived with my grandmother on a farm in rural Missouri," I begin. “My mom was in-and-out of my life from the age of four. I realized my education was my only way to escape my trailer-trash life. Cheerleading and straight A's allowed me to attend college." “I don't see you as a goody-goody, snobby cheerleader," he states. “I wasn't. I made the grades with little effort, and cheerleading opened more scholarship money for me. Don't get me wrong, I was good at it, but I lived three very different lives." I pause, not believing I'm about to share this. I find Jorge too easy to talk to. “In school, I focused. I contributed. As a cheerleader, I was loud, energetic, and creative." I sit up and sip from m