I stood there unable to speak. I looked down at my clothes which were plastered to my body. "I..." "You... Oh my god I can't believe this... why? How?" he paced back an forth and put his hands on his head. "What the hell?! I had my thoughts but I didn't think they were true! You shouldn't be here! What if they find out?! You..." he exhaled. I placed my face in my hands and began crying. "Carter? If that's your real name..." I began to cry harder. "I'm sort I didn't tell you... but I've only known you for a few days!" "What difference does it make?! If they find out... they could... this is like against the law! If you're caught... I can't even say what could happen! They could do way more than just send you home! Why are you even here?!" "My brother... C-Carter... He... died. My mother sent me to this school in his place. I'm a replacement for get dead son... I look exactly like him because we're twins..." I said quietly. He took a deep breath. "I... I don't know what to say to you... I really don't. Were you ever going to tell me?" he asked. "M-maybe... if we became friends. But I don't know. I mean it's sort of difficult telling someone you're a girl when you look like a guy. Wouldn't you think so?!" I demanded. He looked away from me and shook his head. "What are you going to do? What am I going to do...?" "I don't know what you're going to do... But I know that you are not going to tell anyone about this... Not ANYONE!! Understand?" I asked. "I understand." I smiled. "Thank you. But I really can't afford for anyone to find out about me..." "What about physical examinations? They come every month... what are you going to do?" I frowned. "I forgot about that... I don't know!" He frowned too. "Well you should have thought of that before you came here you idiot!" he shouted. "Excuse me for being forced to come here by my mother! Excuse me for the death of my brother! What choice did I have?! None!" He sighed. "I'm sorry..." I looked away from him. What was I going to do? I couldn't stay here... There was no way I wouldn't be caught... there was just no way...
It's okay there Pie... I'm a pervert... and pedo... and rapist... but shhh! (I'm 82 years old...)
( eighty something Pedo! I remember you! And your candy that tasted like drugs and made me sleepy! Remember our party thread? )