We had to write an entry

in english class.

This is what I wrote:

My name may or may not be Daniel Scott, and my parents may or may not be my parents. Because real parents don't fight. Real parents don't hurt their children.

I've lived here for all my life, though lately, I've been absent. Mentally, at least. I've been far away in a land most of you couldn't even dream of: Neverland. I'd play with Peter Pan, Tinker Bell, Wendy, and Captain Hook. They believe in me, they understand me. They are my real family, and have given me the promise of Neverland.

Also, there's this one boy in my class, and I can't stop thinking about buying him presents and seeing Transformers with him. I always blush when I'm around him, and I feel like holding his hand, too. The people of Neverland are the only ones who understand this. They are the only ones who make me feel free and alive. Nobody else can make me feel that way. And that's what kills me.

Sincerely, Daniel

What I didn't expect though,

was to read it out loud

in class.

The words yelled

from my classmates

now echo in my head.

I can't help but feel

sadder than usual.

Gay.

Fag.

Loser.

Disgusting.

Disgrace.

A nobody...

I can't get rid of it.

~Daniel