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+ 1	comeing out part 3
+ 3	What You Have Done To Me.
+ 4	comeing out part 2
+ 7	Comeing Out part 1
+ 5	A lost Innocence

            When I arrived there I think I was most scarred because I thought that it would be a really big group and like every other group I tried to join I wouldn’t fit it them. I got there a little bit early, but I couldn’t find how to get in, there were two doors both of which were locked, I tried the first door but it just gave a pathetic rattle, moving on to the next door I tried to push it but again it didn’t budge. About five minutes later I found the bell. By now I was shaking with the prospect of meeting this new group, after all I was on my own and they probably all had their close friend ship groups. I’ve never fitted in anywhere, I’ve always felt like an outcast, I just wanted to belong somewhere; somewhere I could just be myself and not have to try to please everyone.

           

             Well I finally mustered the courage to ring the bell, it was a long tense wait, I thought they had seen me go past the window and were rejecting me from their group already. I had nearly given up hope and walked home, subjecting myself to a life where I never fitted in anywhere.  I turned to leave just as a girl came to the door. I had never seen her before but to me she looked like an angel. As soon as I saw her I got butterflies in my belly and my heart started to race, I didn’t know if it was from fear or because I liked her.

           

           Once inside my fears began to ease, Harley the youth worker welcomed me into the group and introduced me to everyone. We all sat in a circle like shape, and said our names and a little bit about our selves, the only name I rembered all night was Christie’s, the angel who opened the door. After filling in a form and doing the introductions the group just carried on as before allowing me to integrate at my own pace. I kept watching Christie and I found I had a strong attraction to her. The fear had gone yet I still had butterflies every time I looked over at her.

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