Creative Writing Portfolio 1 | Page 11

~ From The Little Prince (Sorry, distractions. Don’t count that towards my memoir either) We begin to talk again, and I start off with my typical message I might send to someone when I am getting a bit personal, “Alright, so it’s really important. Like, I don’t want anyone else to know because I might get judged.” There’s silence for a moment again. “Okay,” she responds. I begin to type. This is the moment I can clear myself up for. Set a clean record with a friend I trust for once. I have not yet opened up to anyone this much. Not to the point where I was going to tell them my real identity. I feel bad for lying. When I met Midnight, as far as her knowledge goes, I am a guy. That is not true in real life, and I am about to tell her this (and numerous other things, but I’ll tell of the two major things that will go along with everything else) So I begin to type; I can feel the emotions overwhelming me (as I can be emotional in real life, but when typing no one can see that) and all the regrets I have been keeping about lying to my friend. The message gets long. I feel bad, but I need to let this all out. (I don’t exactly remember how it all was, but I know it was long, and emotional, so I won’t write too much detail, or rather, I’ll shorten it up a little) “So, well, Midnight” I begin, still nervous, “I don’t know maybe you could tell, or maybe not, but I’m a girl.” There’s more silence. I just told my friend I am a girl. No one knew either. Midnight is the first friend to know I’m a girl. Not even my friend Pupsforfun (Again, later known as Sam) knows I am a girl. Then again, Pups and I don’t talk as much as Midnight and I do. In fact at this point, Pups has not been on at all this entire year. I finally notice a message; it’s a long one too. Midnight says that she isn’t surprised (which that shocked me alone) and some other things she has been noticing out of the few months of friendship that kind of hints at that. Of course, after