Melissa then slammed down one of Ruth's man mags on the coffee table, look that's yours , I don't ogle men's bodies and does this event ring any bells...", shouted Melissa, playing the mobile phone clip that she'd just uploaded to their main desktop PC, in the corner of the room, there you go, you and your no so secret boyfriend by the looks of things, I take it, that I'm the last to know." "No", said Ruth "but yes, his name is Jake, he is my boyfriend we've been seeing each other for several. I had learned to use as little as needed and thus had less of a mess. Painting. Well, that was another story. But eventually I learned not to put it on so thick. LOL.School. Friends. Playing outdoors until nearly dark. It was a wonderful year.A young child's carefree existance.The storm was coming. It was brewing in our home. Glimpses of arguments. Muffled yelling as the parents tried their best to not get too carried away when we were nearby.Mommy yelling at daddy. Daddy yelling at mommy.. She laughed at my obvious embarrassment when she talked about how I was dressed as a girl by some of the older girls and then I would play with them as their younger sister. It happened several times and I did remember enjoying the whole thing but it was not something I was now happy talking about. But Doreen persisted in the line and said what a nice little girl I made. I was squiring I have to say at this point and then it got worse as she pointed out my now long hair which I had grown since. Quickly I dashed up stairs, retrieving it from my desk, then shoving it into my bag, before making my way down to the garage where I kept my bike. The air was cold outside, and it quickly numbed my face. My hands felt frozen to the handlebars. It didn’t last long however, school was just down the road, about a kilometre, and it was mostly downhill, it was the getting back home after a long day at school that I really didn’t like. I coasted into school, parked and locked my bike to the bicycle .