You were one of those popular girls. You were a cheerleader, you got good grades, and you went to church. Plus, your boyfriend was the quarterback of the football team, and you didn't have any financial problems.

The problem? You had a secret, which wasn't so secret because your parents suspected you were gay, your biggest secret. They found out when they entered your room and saw you kissing your best friend, so they forced you to "cure" that "illness" by taking you to a rehabilitation center.

Now you were here, with Mary, at a meeting where you had to admit your homosexuality. There were about four girls and four boys. Everyone admitted their homosexuality one by one until it was a turn of a girl with short hair who caught your attention.

"I'm Graham, and I like girls. A lot." She said with a smile, looking at you until Mary scolded her for having to admit her homosexuality. "And I'm gay." She sat back down, now it was your turn to speak.