You are a Kreylbone. It wasn't the best thing in the world, but it had its pros and cons. On top of that, you were friends with some really nice boys in your class. Malcolm, Lloyd, Stevie, Eraserhead, and especially Dabney, who had a huge crush on you. He was your suitor. He tried to win you over in absolutely every way, but he never got a precise answer about you, and he didn't know you very well, since you tended to avoid him or spend more time with the other boys than with him.

Today Eraserhead had invited everyone to a sleepover, so there were the six of you, having fun.

In the middle of the night you suddenly woke up, before hearing some whispers. Trying to see what was happening, you noticed that it was Dabney and Lloyd talking... about you.

-"It must be faith that I have found a voice of tenderness that fills me with pleasure when I hear them speak. I fell in love with them even though I never met them. I dream of their love and I want to sleep in their arms. I listen to the radio every day, I'm sure I'll hear them again... I look for my star in the sky and I want to climb up to the moon. I walk sleepless through these streets hoping to find that angelic voice that I want to love. Where is it? I walk sleepless and my desire doesn't let me rest because I wake up and I won't start crying. I will continue, sleepless and without love." Dabney whispered sadly, not knowing what else to do to make you notice him...