I started writing this chapter with the intention of it going on much longer, and having much more in it, but when I got to where I stopped I realized that this was actually a pretty good ending to the chapter too, so I decided to stop here. But there is much more to this story and what's going on right now, so don't worry.

Also, I just figured out last Sunday that you can see how many hits your story has gotten, and how many people have it on alerts and favorites (yes, I know, I am very intelligent), and I was kind of surprised on what I figured out. Chapter three alone had over eighty hits, but I only had 12 reviews. And there were a couple of people that have this story on alert that have never reviewed! I mean, come on guys. It isn't that hard to tell me if you like it or not (but no flames please). And to answer Sunlight's question: yes, you can review more than once. I like it when you do!

I don't own RENT.

I walked back to my seat slowly andwith my head down, but I could still feel everyone's eyes on me.

In the back of my mind I could see my parents and their friends in my place: Dad and Roger would be walking with their heads up, with a look on their faces that would say that they didn't care (which would be true). Mimi and Maureen would strut back to their seats, blowing kisses at anyone who gave them a weird look. Joanne would walk back quietly and proudly, sit down, and pretend like nothing had happened. Mark might not keep his head up quite so high, but he wouldn't care that much. And Angel— well, Angel would walk her head held high and a slight smile on her face that would say "I don't care" and "Don't mess with me" at the same time.

But me? As soon as I got to my seat, I slumped down in it, feeling my stomach turn to jelly and my legs shake. I tried my best not to make eye contact with anyone, but I couldn't help but side-glance at Amy. She was giving me a look that was slowly changing from shock to disgust to fear to curiosity, and then back to shock. I could only imagine that everyone else's faces were doing the same thing.

I was suddenly aware that Mrs. Green was talking to the class.

"So…….who else wants to present their projects?" she asked. I was slightly grateful that she wasn't letting the class dwell on what had just happened, but at the same time I knew that it wasn't going to work. Still not making eye contact with anyone, I slowly raised by hand.

"C-could I g-go to the nurse?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly. Mrs. Green made a face like she was about to object. "Please?" I asked, trying very hard not to plead. Mrs. Green sighed and nodded. I picked up my books (which wasn't exactly the easiest thing to do, considering how sweaty my hands were) and walked out of the classroom without looking at anybody. On my way out though, I thought I could here someone mutter "fag."

I got to the nurse without passing out, told that I had major cramps (which I figured she couldn't argue with), and laid down on one of the green plastic beds, my mind racing.

Did I do the right thing? I thought to myself. Should I have just told everyone like that?

Well, of course I should have. I answered myself. There wasn't any other way to get out of that situation. But did I actually think that people wouldn't care? Did I think they were just going to go about there business, having just learned that one of their classmate's parents were gay?

No, I didn't think that. I knew that they were going to care. But I guess I just didn't want to believe that it would be such a big deal to them. I guess I thought that if I finally told the truth, they would just accept me.

Well, I had been wrong.

"Carlie?" asked the nurse. I wrenched myself away from my thoughts and turned to her. "Eighth period is starting, but if your stomach still really hurts than you can stay here………"

"I- I think I'd like to stay," I answered not meeting the nurse's eyes. She nodded, and then went back to what she had been doing.

The next forty five minutes passed exceptionally slowly. But the time the period had ended, I wasn't so much embarrassed anymore as I was mad. I was mad at my teacher for talking about Angel in front of the entire class and mad at my English class for not accepting me at my parents. But most of all I was mad at my parents for making me move to Connecticut.

When the bell finally rang to signal the end of eighth period, I almost ran to my locker with my head down (forgetting to pretend to have cramps) and grabbed my backpack without putting anything in it. Something told me I wasn't going to get much homework done. I was quickly walking toward the bus when I realized that someone was calling my name. Against my better judgment, I turned around to see who it was.

"Carlie!" Kathleen yelled as she caught up with me. "Hi! Are you okay? I heard about what happened………" Great. So now the whole school knew.

"I'm fine," I muttered as I started walking away, desperate to get away from school.

"Are you sure?" Kathleen asked as she walked behind me.

"Well— well of course I'm not fine!" I told her, feeling me voice rising. "Would you be fine if you moved to a completely homophobic area with gay parents? Would you be fine if you'd been lying about who you really were, and who your parents really were, for the past month? And then when you finally told the truth, which was almost impossible for you, everyone thought you were some big freak? And they didn't even try to pretend that they didn't care? Would you?" And with that, I stormed away from the one person who I had actually been able to talk to in the past month.

I know— another cliffy. Don't worry though, I'm pretty sure I'll be able to update tomorrow (Wednesday). So hang in there!

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