A year had passed by since I became aware of what all boys have had. I was in the fourth grade, and once again I was still with my beloved group of friends. Even though a year passed by, with what seemed like no time at all, the changes in my life continued. The changes in Sheldon and shoji got deeper and deeper, while the changes in amaya and Mochi were just as trouble some. Sheldon had started basketball before the third month of the school year, a few weeks' later shoji and I joined the same team as him. Day to day me and my group of friends stayed close, but despite our closeness I began to feel there was some thing separating me from them. I knew there was something beginning to disconnect me from my friends when the way I acted, dressed; even the way I looked began to have an odd appearance compared to there's. Whenever Sheldon or shoji wore tight or slightly revealing clothing I would compare myself to them. But every time I did, I would notice something they had in common, but I have oddly formed. I tried to talk to my parents about this whenever they weren't fighting. When I went to my dad for advice he would always say the same thing; you're a good boy, the perfect son too. He would say; which didn't help my problems. Going to my mom would only depress me even more, but seeing a women who has struck her own husband and then been struck back twice as hard would do that to person. I had a sense of loneliness, and it was of the truest kind. On certain days the sense oddness would dwindle down, I would feel more like I belonged with other boys. On other days it wouldn't get to me so much. Not as frequent but still occurring; on some days I would feel the same loneliness I had when I realized I couldn't tell anyone about my condition. On the last day of school, everyone was getting prepared to go on the final field trip; this year we had planned on going to valley fair. While my classmate were celebrating about the past year we've gone through, I was staring at myself in the mirror and for the first time in ages not see something that needs to be asked about, because I knew it was something that should be kept hidden.