I’ve known I was gay since I was in 6th grade. My first boyfriend was Timmy, he was still in the closet like me so we hid it. The only person who ever found out was Rory. She saw us kissing one day, it was hilarious to see the shock on her face when I finally told her I was gay, and then that beautiful Rory hug she gave me afterwards. She’s like a princess, she’s so pretty and fragile. Her hair is so pretty, I dyed it for her so it’s black and white…Skunk Rory! But her natural hair color is brown, I’m not supposed to tell any of the emo senior boys that though, she wants them to like her and thinks all emos hate brown hair. She’s really crazy. But anyway, when Timmy finally came out of the closet, he was killed…So I decided not to tell anyone else, but once the guy who murdered Timmy was put in prison, I did. And nothing happened. I’m lucky, but I can’t help but feel quilty. I told Timmy to come out of the closet, and he did…Because of me. I’ll regret that until the day I die.

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