you‘re 13 years old and just a little teenage boy, getting thrown into life, trying to come through puberty, finding out who he is and wants to be. Over the years you’ve been getting called „gay“ „disgusting“ and other stuff all the time in school. They made you hate yourself before you even knew yourself… and all that just because you’re different. Uninterested in girls and instead super sweet towards boys…

you still don’t know yourself or how you feel about your sexuality… it was just too much for a 13 year old. While people were calling you names, you would always just ignore them… but over the years it got harder not to get affected by their hateful behavior.

your class is having a trip to Spain. You didn’t wanna go since you don’t really have any friends in your class and you’re scared to get left out and not even have your parents close, but your parents force you… so you just go. As everyone is excitedly sitting down in the bus with their friends, you look around where to sit… you see someone sitting alone and walk up to him, you ask if you could sit with him but he quickly gets up, laughing and walking off to his friends… you sigh and just sit down at the window… scared of being alone the whole trip…