Slavery

Chapter 5

Dear Friend,

Today was a quite confusing day, but today I made a friend. 

Her name is Lacey.

She had blonde hair, blue eyes, and a sweet, smooth voice. 

She is very nice to me.

You see I was walking in the cafetiria, to order food that I wasn't going to eat, as I walked back to the table and my trey was soon swept from my hands to another table of kids, fighting and laughing. 

I pulled out this journal as I began to scribble random words about my day onto the pages. 

Before Lacey showed up.

She offered to share her food with me but I shrugged it off, but we began speaking.

Lacey moved here from Oklahma when she was 14, She was adopted at birth by a gay couple, her dads names are Rick and Devin.

Lacey is very interesting, and very fun to be around.

Tonight we met up.

At the beginning of the night she was very excited, she said she felt brand new and like her whole life could change at that very second.

Towards the end of the night, her eyes lack of the excitment they started out with, she told me sad stories, and how life doesnt stop for any one, depressing but true. 

Something very unfortunate happened.

 She kissed me. 

I thought it wasnt possible to become so emotionally attached to some one so soon but she kissed me like my lips were air and she couldnt breathe, of course, I kissed back, but that doesnt mean I enjoyed it. 

At the end of the night she mentioned how I was her Boyfriend. 

She dropped me off at my house as a big smile mantained on her face, and she pecked my lips again, I would being lying if I said as I trudged up the drive way, that I didnt whipe the remains of the feeling from her lips on mine. 

I walked inside as my aunt and uncle asked me about my day.

They like to ask me about my day, because 1. That's what parents are suppose to do and 2. My parents are constantly under the impression that I might get bad again.

As I made my way to my bedroom in the basement, I laid against the bed, pulling the covers over me as I smiled, I forgot everything that happened before my phone light up.

I groaned as I turned over, to read 

"good night, lou" with a red heart as I blushed, setting my phone down, and closing my eyes. 

After long days, laying down and closing your eyes as you forget the world for a moment, is probably the second best feeling ever.

First; 

If Harry were laying next to me.