29When I was younger, around 10, a friend and I got caught by our parents "fooling" around with each other. The looks on their faces when they caught us wasn't amusing at all, needless to say we were as mortified at being caught as they were for catching us. After that little incident is when things changed for me. Shortly after the incident my friend and his family moved away, and my family just sent me away. They sent me to a strict Christian school with these parting words, "only god can save you from your disgusting sickness, so you had better pray he makes you better." And with that I was left on the schools front steps. Alone, cold, and afraid. Afraid of my sickness, afraid of god, and afraid of what awaited me here.
That event happened 5 years and 7 months ago a lot of things have changed since then. Let me begin by introducing myself. My names Jacob, but I prefer to be called Jake, I have dark hair that almost falls into my eyes, and people say I have intense brown eyes. I stand at 5' 7" and weigh 125lbs with a slightly toned body. The girls' definition of me would be "really cute" or "adorable." it seemed like a lot of girls wanted to be my girlfriend but I tried to avoid them till they got the message.
Back to the story.
A lot of things had changed, since then I had found out that I am gay. I hadn't known when I was 10 since I was your typical boy that thought girls were icky and gave you cooties when they touched you. But as I grew older I realized I could befriend girls but never have any feelings towards them. Guys however where another story, I'd see one hot guy walking down the hall and instantly think "god I want him, I'd let him do whatever he wanted with me." I didn't think those were normal thoughts and feelings that regular guys were suppose to have so I kept it all inside and didn't tell a soul.
I still lived at the school after the incident, my parents had decided that they didn't want anything to do with me "cured" or not. I forgot to mention I had a sister, an older sister; she was two years older than me and getting ready to graduate high school. She was really pretty. She had long straight light brown hair that flowed freely to the small of her back. She had green eyes that seemed like they would pierce you when she was angry or make you feel like you were the only one in her world when she was caring or happy. She was always happy; she was one of those people that never let anything bring her down. She stood at 5' 9" and weighed 5 pounds less than me at 120lbs. all in all she reminded me of a model.
Actually she was, when she had turned 14 she was with some friends when a modeling agent stopped her and asked her if she would like to do a shoot. She had told him that she would have to talk to her parents but in the end she did it and that started off her modeling career. Obviously she had a name which I've been neglecting to mention, aaralyn, I liked her name mine...Not so much. A little after I got kicked out aaralyn started sending me letters, she was 12 at the time, in the first letter she had told me how much she loved me and missed me and how she had to find the address to the school because our parents didn't want her to be able to contact me. It had taken her two weeks to find it; otherwise she would have sent me letters sooner. She still sends letters telling me how life back home is going and I tell her how my life is going. Our parents still don't know where talking to each other.
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