You know, they say that your time in high school are the best years of your life. Oh no! They lied! At least for me they weren't so easy as many other people described to me. I guess it started the day I came out. I could see the people...staring at me...like I was a freak. This was devastating to me. I was a freak. I would cry myself to sleep every night, just praying I would be able to survive the next day without killing my self.

My parents were awfully worried about me. They were very supportive of me coming out but I desperately sought approval from my peers, the people I had fallen upon during previously hard times. I had no friends. None! They had all abandoned me. I couldn't wait to leave high school.

I left for college on August 12. It was my Liberation Day. I was free of all the vices that high school had given me. It was the beginning of a new life. I wouldn't dare tell anyone my secret. My roommate was a kind man. His name was Charlie Kay. He was a sports star, very active. Charlie was engaged in many sports, his main being soccer. His side of the room was clearly designated as his with the posters with David Beckham on it and his childhood trophies. As well as being an athlete Charlie was also on an academic scholarship.

Classes at high school were so much different than those at college. No multiple choice tests EVER! I was a bit worried at first but soon got into a routine. I woke up every morning and went to the meal room and ate breakfast. I always had a morning class which would either be English or Math. After the class I ate lunch and went to the library to do a little bit of extra studying or organizing. Soon after I had another class. It was always a science which I liked a lot, biology and chemistry. After that class I went to my dorm to do my studying for the night. I was told, once, that to be a good student one must study for two hours every night for each subject. That would add up to eight hours of studying every night. I wouldn't risk my sleep for that much studying, but I managed on my study habits, thankfully.

Charlie's routine, which surprisingly I watched closely, was full of athletics. He woke up at five every morning, which was a hassle for me because his alarm always woke me up. After working out in the weight room for an hour he would go and run five miles. Not a sissy jog but a sprint. He would then proceed to go through his classes of the day. He was already in the dorm before I got there, doing some extra working out.

I never thought I would get an attraction to this boy. We were total opposites. He was a jock, the main source of my punishment back at home and I had told myself I would never associate myself with someone that reminded me of them. They were all ruthless jerks, but for some reason this man was kind, doing little things to help me out. We communicated a lot and had a note pad where we left little notes for each other.

One Friday night I was talking to Charlie about what he was doing tomorrow. He said, "Same thing I do every morning