I never thought I could feel this empty. But I now know why I feel like my life is a lie. Yesterday at smith high school I found out that my nickname ways fag. Now it stung when I first heard this because nobody new I was gay besides myself. I don't know how it got out but I sure felt bad and not only did I find out my parents are kidnappers I also feel into society's hands. Keri she's my best friend, she's kinda crazy but in a good way. She's the type of person you can have fun and laugh with. A little secret of mine is I'm falling for her and I think she knows that. As I walk down the hall to my second English class today, I smile at her but she looks lost and distant. Like I did something wrong to her. Sure I may torture her but she knows I love her. Well as a sister not a lover.
