Eyes watching always Shadows in shadows they wait A black feather falls First accepted, loved Then betrayed-spit in the face Vengeance sweet like dots.

Just when I thought my day couldnt get any worse, I saw the dead guy next to my locker.

Gender preference does not define you. Your spirit defines you.

And then something truly bizarre happened. I could feel his touch through our eyes. I couldn't look away from him.

I felt like I was hobbling, like one oof the old crones from Act I of Macbeth - God knows my hair felt scraggy enough that I must have looked the part.

This time the fluttery feeling in my stomach was more intense. It made the inside of my thighs tingle and my breathing deepen.

It's a little hard not to worry when my best friend keeps on dying.