I'm now twelve years old. I still have my kite that I still continue to fly everyday. My "home" is something I'm trying to get away from some how. The nightmares have stopped but I kept getting this dream my kite is floating away but once I'm about to catch it, I wake up. It scares me but I go right back to sleep. Which is wonderful for me.

  The old man I visit in the alley way next to the doughnut shop, he still tells me stories for spare change. I think he is filled with such wisdom, I asked him if he would adopt me, he said if you want to have a horrible young age moments sure. I had shook my head no to that.

My mother still hasn't came back from her work... my father who I still do not know about remains a myestery... the boy I like rejected me... I have no friend now... I still get bullied from the other kids... but my kite still flies on... I just kinda hope it will stop sooner or later...

If you want to know about my love that rejected me, his name was Derek Gravin. He had short, dark brown, and curly hair, he had green eyes like emeralds, he was a bit taller than me, skinny but athletic skinny. I met him when he came to our school one day because he moved into town... Me and him strangely became friends, he kinda helped keep the bullies away. Which was nice for a change you know? But something was telling me that I need to stay beside him all the time.

I asked my therapist about this strange feeling to want to be beside Derek all the time. She said it was because I liked or I loved him. I asked her what do they call two boys that are together in love since I had the question in mind. She said they are called," Gay." Never have I heard that word before and she could tell for she had explained to me what it is.

   When I told everyone at the foster home I think I'm gay they'd beat me up. When the nice lady who owns the "home" found out I was Gay she beated me up too. I remember grabbing my kite and running out of the house and going to the park only to crash into a person on a bike.

It was Derek, he had asked me if I was okay, I just nodded my head. He then walked me over to a nearby park bench and inspected me from head-toe. As if I was hiding I was injured. He looks so cute when worried until my vision blurred as tears began to form and fall off my face. My kite that I held in my hands fell onto the concrete sidewalk. For which I was glad for I couldn't hold on to it any longer....