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               [Continuation of Rayne's Point Of View...]

                It was midnight and I was supposed to be at the lobby by now. I'm probably about an hour late. But can you blame me? I've been crying for hours now, so much that my eyes are red like the devil and ache like a mother effer.

               Luckily, I am so weird that I can actually be happy after my parents disowning me. Sure, I will be sad every once in a while but there is nothing I can do. Why suffer and be depressed for no reason at all? It's their choice. Even if it's a really bad one.

               I sighed, staring at the unpacked suit cases next to my bed. I have yet to unpack, I'm just too lazy right now. I still need to get used to living in this strange place. When I do, then I will unpack. I crawled over to one and pulled it closer to me, opening it to fetch something to wear to the sleepover.

               Priscella specifically said that I should wear pajamas but I'm kind of shy. I don't even wear pajamas. So I guess a plain shirt and some shorts will do. 

               I dragged my sorry ass across the room as I dressed, my roommate was gone for the weekend. He told me he visits his girlfriend every weekend. I thought it was sweet. I don't think I'll ever be dating for a while. Not that I don't want to, it's just ... it's kind of hard for me. And everyone here seems to be straight. 

               I should just go straight for the heck of it, but it doesn't work like that. It isn't some switch you can turn off. You are permanently born the way you are. And there should be no problem with that. I don't know why people care so much, really...why do you?

               Anyone who is a homosexual knows that they've tried to turn straight once in their life only to find out that it's impossible. Those 'religious' people that claim they have turned with the power of Jesus Christ are liars. You. Can't. Change.

               But you can pretend...

               What ever though, life goes on.

               After I was dressed, I walked out into the halls—which were as empty as a cementry—and made my way to the lobby area. A few girls had their doors open, most of them were closed and had no visible sign of life.

               I hesitated before entering the lobby because the lights were off, but then I saw lights flicker and guessed that they were all watching a movie. As I entered, I saw the big screen flashing to life as a movie played. Priscella was in the back and her head turned to me when I entered.

               "Hey," She mouthed, patting the empty space next to her.

              I walked over and sat on the floor next to her, everyone had their eyes glued to the screen. And God, she wasn't kidding when she said it was mostly an all girls sleepover. I don't see one guy. Since I'm gay, does that make me part of the females group? I never really though of it...

               "Are you okay?" She asked, probably noticing my eyes.

               I nodded, even though it was a lie. I didn't want to ruin the night with my problems.

                Everyone laughed to the movie—I wasn't really paying attention but I noticed it was a comedy movie. It was almost done. Priscella and I mouthed to each other and that's how we communicated throughout the movie. She said that she was happy I came and that we're going to watch a scary movie next.

               I enjoy scary movies. Better than any other genre.

               After the movie was over, we were joined by Jesse who sat next to me until he noticed who he sat next to. He stared at me, I stared at him and then he got up and sat next to Priscella. I wasn't aware that I had a disease.

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