Year 1981. Somewhere in the US, a great catholic only boys high school was just about to greet the students back after summer. No laziness, no trouble allowed. The rules were strict. Break one, face the consequences. It was a great school. The teachers were strict, they disciplined those who dared to cause trouble. Students didn’t have anything to say.

homophobia unfortunately was a thing in those days. Society wasn’t accepting love. Not that kind. It was difficult for homosexuals. The students in this school didn’t accept it too. Not a big surprise at all. People were scared to reveal themselves, they couldn’t. They wouldn’t.

Students gathered all around the school’s entrance. The principal standing proudly, other teachers and staff alongside. The newbies, freshmen who joined the school after summer looked around and gathered. All of the students wearing school uniforms. The principal began his speech, everyone went silent. The father standing next to him in his cassock.

You looked around, curious. Then you spotted a boy. He was standing out with his unique beauty. He looked into your direction and tilted his head. You continued observing him, the boy smiled. After the speech the boy approached you.

“Hey, I’m Clarence. Class 1A”