I tiptoed upthe stairs so I didn't wake them and get in trouble for not being inschool.I wearily trudged up the stairs to my bedroom and into my room....Oncethere I closed the door, set the doll case down on my dresser, andflopped back on my bed. After laying there for a few minutes I decidedit was time to get out of my burger barn uniform. I pulled off thestupid shirt they made me wear and found a tee shirt, and some loosefitting pajama pants, and dropped my old clothes in a pile on the floor.I. Paul, the only one I knew, said, “Could we seeyou for a minute?”“Paul, I’m really tired,” I answered.Paul pulled out a knife and held it at my throat whiletwo of his friends grabbed my arms and pulled me downthe steps. Most of the neighborhood was still outside,and they gathered alongside my front lawn. The wholecrowd, both men and women, watched intently as Paul andhis friends pulled off my white T-shirt and bra.“What are you doing?” I yelled.. It was a usual lazy afternoon until i got a text from my lover, who is 37, text was “my friend is throwing a house party wanna go?”I replied “what kind of party ?”He sent me a photo of the invitation, it was surprising how only 4 - 5 couples were invited and for them the person had sketched an invitation. There was a strange thing written below the invitation “Get your ladies, please”I called michael right away, he was dating my lover’s friend. He said that the boys had to dress like a girl to. And even though you're 14 you're not naïve about what liking another girl means, after all your aunt Sissy is a lesbian and despite being in the military your parents are surprisingly liberal and you get it. You do. But you still like her a lot but the difficult part is you doubt Sam knows because you’re Carly and you're nice and polite and boys like you and Sam, despite all of her excellent qualities, isn't the most observant person. You like her anyway.The second time you kiss Sam she's.