the truth journals [boyxboy]

the truth journals

WARNING: None of what you are about to read is the truth. Well it is truth, it is just my truth. Which is a little different than The Truth. So I do not swear that I will tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth because I do not know it. I know what I have experienced and what I have witnessed. These journals you are about to read are from when my reality was altered. I cannot tell you that these will include all that is The Truth, because at the time I did not know it. I still cannot tell you for fact that I know it now, but this is my truth. Enjoy.

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Day 8.

I have been at this place for a week now. I do not remember the first few days of my experience here but I have met a boy. He is really nice and the color of his skin is in his name. Oliver. His skin does not have nearly as many blemishes as mine. When we were at the campfire one night he told me to look up. I did not know why he would want me to do so. I asked him.

"It looks like your arms," he said before running the pad of his thumb over the freckles on my forearm. I felt a blush starting to rise on my cheeks and the tips of my ears but thought nothing of it.

"The stars?"

"Yeah," he said and waited a long moment before speaking again. "You have the galaxy on your skin. That's pretty cool."

"I have never thought of it that way before." And that was that.

We are not supposed to spend much time with the other boys at camp. Oliver does not listen to that rule though. He looks for me every time they bring us all together. I do not know how he can find me so easily since I am the same height as everyone else. I should ask him that.

Day 9.

It is my hair. That is what Oliver told me. Well, not exactly. His exact words were, "You're the only one here with red hair. It's easy to see," but the meaning is still the same.

We went canoeing today and the dress code was swim trunks and tank tops. I am not sure why we have swim trunks with us if they will not even let us swim in the big pool but I did not want to ask.

I noticed Oliver had a patch of skin that was darker on his upper left arm. I thought maybe I was wrong about my previous comment that his skin does not have as many blemishes as mine. I asked him about it when we were at meal and he said it was a tattoo. I have never met someone so young with a tattoo before. He is my age, fifteen.

He caught me staring at it at the campfire tonight. He locked eyes with me as a smile slipped onto his face before he looked back into the flames. They let us have s'mores tonight. Told us we had been good today.

Day 10.

I am still not sure why they gave us these journals. On the eighth day here we were handed them along with a pen. I leave mine under my pillow in my single bunk cabin when I go out for the day. I hope they do not read our journals. I would not want for them to find out about Oliver and me. Oliver is the only person I have felt comfortable with here. I do not want him to be taken from me.

Day 11.

I am tired. I am also confused. I mentioned previously that I do not remember the first few days of camp and now I cannot even remember why I am here. I asked Oliver why he was here. He shrugged and told me his parents said it would be fun. I wanted to ask if he was enjoying himself but that seemed too personal.

Day 12.

I think Oliver might be gay. I had to think for a long time to even remember the word for it, but I think that is the one. Gay. I keep catching him staring at me. He keeps telling me what constellations he can find in my freckles. He says I have Cassiopeia on my cheek and Andromeda on my wrist.