In the cruel and demanding world of diurnal beings, a nocturnal being survives. With difficulties, yes, but it's still not impossible.
She, for one, was not a sickly person; she would be considered as a healthy adolescent. She did not have many major problems, in fact, she was free-spirited and laidback, and was content with taking things at her own pace. All would be well if things went her way.
But, alas, it didn't. She was nocturnal, and everyone around her wasn't.
She would begrudgingly rise in the morning to be scolded for sleeping in, and be given the horrid time-consuming speech of empty words that fall upon deafened ears. She had t