Okay, guys I have only told you about my primary school experience but when I did write the first part of my story I was already in Highschool I just didn't get around to writing that just yet, anyway onto Highschool. My first day of year seven was so daunting for me, I had a huge ass duffle bag with like 20 books, a huge pencil case and all together it weighed like 20 kilograms. I had to lug this around all day. Because I was to afraid of asking anyone where D corridor was. The second day was a Wednesday and those are the days that we have PCG which is basically home group. My teacher walked into the room and I gasped at how beautiful he was. But through out the whole year unfortunately nothing happened between the two of us although I was waiting for him to make a move on me.
Year 7 was so confusing for me, I wanted to fit in so I got a girlfriend and I still regret that to this day. The furthest we got was a kiss and thankfully that was it.
Since primary school I have moved twice. Almost everyone at my school knows me because of how I act and although this sounds so up my self I guess everyone just loves me, but it took me a while to realise that I was acting "stereotypically gay". I didn't know because that was just who I was and since everyone knows me and the fact that I had found out that I was gay put so much pressure on me because I thought everyone would hate me if I came out as gay.
Then the end of year 7 came to an end and it was our Christmas holidays, I had amazing friends but I was so busy I didn't get to see any of them over that 6 week period.
