Do you ever wonder what life would be like if certain things never became.known? Like, if we never discovered diamonds, there would be a WHOLE lot less crimes and horrible people out there. You know how people become obsessed just because they like something, so they base their life upon it; sometimes it's good other times it's bad.maybe even terrible. You could become an author because you are obsessed with writing or a scientist because you are obsessed with learning. Those aren't negative, far from it.

But it would be bad if you were obsessed with other people's emotions...or reactions and thoughts to things you might say. What about those homophobic people? Would you hate someone just because they hate them? Or just because it's the thing to do? Would you hate someone because they were different?

Things get real ugly when you worry about other peoples opinions. No two people are exactly the same. Just because one person hates dogs doesn't mean you have to. What if you already had a dog and you had to hate it because you wanted to seem like you were superior to it, just like that person acts superior to you? What would you do with the dog? How would it feel if you were to just disown it? .I can tell you.

You see, my sister and I were abandoned as children. We grew up on the streets with random people taking us in and out. Going through tons of orphanages over the years and tons of "nice" families. We became real close over the years because there was no one else, no one else understood exactly what we've been through. Sometimes we had to go weeks without food. I'm not tryin to make you sad or anything, I'm just telling it like it is. She and I told each other everything, ranging from who we met and what we saw to how we feel and think. All of that deep stuff, ya know?

Okay, I bet you're wondering 'okay this is all fine and dandy, but who are you!?' Well, my name is Zakori.original huh? Yeah, the first lady we lived with was a real kook and gave us these names. I actually like that it's different. I'm 13 years old and I was born supposedly in June sometime. I have Dark brown hair that kinda looks black and hazel eyes. My sister's name is Ataria.I call her Tari though. She calls me Kori.

She's about 15 now born in October. She has darker eyes than mine though, but the same color hair. I truly love her with all my heart and her I. I don't know what I'd do without her. Definitely not suicide though. I may be an orphan, but I'm not crazy.

Yeah, I know about a lot of things. We've been in and out of schools too, ranging from Catholic to public. Sometimes we make friends, you know, just someone to eat lunch or talk about the teacher with. We always leave before they get the whole story on us though. It's really depressing actually. At least neither of us is alone in this big world we call home.

Over the years we would play together in the parks and forests depending on where we were at that time. Then, we started noticing we were different when she turned 12 and I was just 10. Yes, you know what type of different I'm talking about. We noticed when we took baths together or whatever we did; we weren't "the same", but we shrugged it off.

Then she started having mood swings and all that. I remember when I was 11 she threw a rock at me because I told her that she was bleeding. I know now why she did it, but a rock? When I found out about "that time of the month" I apologized and was thoroughly embarrassed.

When we realized that we both had attractions, it was awkward. I'd see a beautiful girl on the street and blush madly and look away. She would just look at her with an envious look in her eyes. Maybe she wanted to look like her. When she saw a handsome boy, she would start giggling and blush and stare. I didn't know why, but I would get a fluttery feeling in my stomach and my whole body would heat up.

I told her and she said that's what happens to her, too. I was happy about that and I felt better. I didn't know until after we were back at some random school that there was something wrong in feeling that way.

...sc..

"Shut up, faggot! I don't need people like YOU to tell me what to do!" A boy in my class was pushed to the ground. The other boy who pushed him was walking away with a small group of friends snickering and hissing at him.

I walked over to the boy and looked at him, "Are you alright?" I said. He looked at me. I swear time froze and everything stopped including my heart. He had these beautiful dark green eyes with a silverish color to them, and dark long lashes. He had jet black hair and creamy ivory skin. Beautiful luscious lips and, oh! That was just his face!

He had tears in his eyes and I couldn't believe how they made the silver stand out more. I wanted to know why that guy pushed him, so I asked. "Why did he push you and call you that?"

He looked at me and said "Why do you care?"

"I dunno, I just thought it was mean." I said.

He sniffed and kind of half smiled. "He pushed me because I'm a faggot."

"A what?" I truly did not know.

"A frikken pansy dude, a fruitcake, a HOMO!" I thought he was going into hysterics because he was raising his voice and frantically waving his arms around. Luckily no one cared to look.

"A homosexual? I've heard of that, what is it?" He looked at me incredulously.

"You don't know? Oh right, your that new kid, huh? It's a gay person. Someone who likes someone of the same sex. Apparently I'm one of them."

"Of the same sex? Like, gender? If a boy liked another boy he's a fagot?" I felt genuinely stupid for not knowing about this obviously well known fact. I mean come on, if YOU didn't go to school, do you think YOU'D know about homosexuals, unless you were one.or something.

"Yeah, man" He had stopped crying now and was wiping his beautiful, glistening, emeralds of eyes.

"Why were you crying then? If you are, why did you cry?"

He blushed at this and said, "Well, I told him that he should have an open mind and look around. He got mad at me and pushed me on the ground. It hurt.the insult and the push." He smirked. "Faggot is not a nice word, its mean, an insult. It's like calling a smart person a geek or a blonde stupid."

I nodded, suddenly feeling enlightened. I was happy he was so understanding at my lack of knowledge. "So, are you? You know .gay?"

He looked down and nodded his head, as if I would be disgusted in him or something. Actually I was quite happy he didn't lie. "Oh, alright!" I said with a smile, "My name is Zakori, what's yours?"