"I like this old room of yours. Do you like the design of our room at home?" Derrick asked.

I just leaned myself on his shoulder and so did he. We were just quiet. Then he started roaming around my room and looking at my stuff, and I didn't know that I was very creative before; journals, tasks, goals. I don't know if you act because I like it or my parents like it. I don't want to know anymore.

I also stood up from lying down and just looked at Derrick as if it was the first time I could see things similar to what was in my room....