The night before I had not minded sharing the seat with Christine, but I felt differently at O dark thirty. When we reached the house I threw open the...door of a still moving car. Rational people don't do that and the rational part of me knew it. I had to get away before I did something no one could overlook.One thing about manors and mansions, there is a lot of room for pacing. I pace a lot. It helps me think. It lets me burn off excess energy. Often, it keeps me from screaming. I paced in. I stopped and listened to thevoice which now did sound like a boy close my age calling out. I got ageneral idea of where the voice was coming from and I began to dig through therubble. Who ever was inside could definitely hear me since they started to yellonce they heard me moving the splintered wood around. "Shh! Dammit be quiet!" Isaid sternly and loud enough for the person to hear me. I didn't want anythingelse to hear him. After nearly 2 hours of digging through the rubble it wasnearly dawn. As he walked through the halls of his high school, dodging people to get to class, he tried to be angry at her, but really he knew it was his own fault. This was the first semester where he had actually gotten to sit next to her in several classes, and it had taken most of it just to work up the courage to start talking to her. He hadn't even been planning on asking her out for another couple weeks, but whoever that guy was had already made his move.He just pushed it out of his mind as he. Sadly, it had taken himfar too long to realize there was actually something he could had doneabout that, and so he approached forty no further along toward being awoman than he had at twenty.Mostly, his girl self lived online, in chat rooms and especially fictionsites. He (She, really) wrote poems and songs and stories, and even kepta blog sharing her inner self with the others who were like her.She just posted a blog entry, trying to keep the self-pity to minimum,but several people sent.