My friend Andrew met the person I am in a bizzare fashion. He was sitting in the front row in my Algebra class when he one day felt like he needed to say "hi" to me and I shook his hand and introduced myself. Then, over the course of several days, I discovered that he and I was one in the same in terms of the interests we share like baseball, running, and videogames. However, I was deathly afraid to inform him of my dark interest in being tied up and tortured because I did not know how he would respond to me, but it was going to be exposed in my error in judgment. He invited me to his house as we was sitting down in the cafeteria and eating. I was 15 and he was 14 at the present moment and I was a freshman in high school. I did not realize that by accepting his request that it would be the strangest day of my life. At the end of school at 2:35 pm, I boarded his bus instead of mine which took us to Alamo Heights. As I excited, I felt nervous as my hands was clammy because up to this moment, I have been inviting people to mt house and had no desire to visit other people houses. As we exited the bus and turned a corner, and entered his yellow brick house and I removed my shoes and socks, he asked me a stunning question, "Why do you fanastize about being tied up and tortured"? I did not know how he found out about my secret interest, but then he said, "I was reading your journal". My heart dropped because he was intruding on my personal journal and I realized he must had read it during class when I took a bedroom break.
To be Continued