James was in love with his best friend, and he hated himself for it.

James was in love with his best friend, and he hated himself for it.
My brother died twelve years ago, and after that day I never spoke to anyone. Well, at least not in words.
He walked into the classroom and all eyes turned to him. The bruise on his cheek was barely hidden by his makeup and the tear tracks on his cheeks weren’t hard to miss. But they all just glanced and then began talking again amongst themselves … Continue reading The Trials of a New Boy