We would meet every single Thursday, just like clockwork, in the tiny dark office in the corner of the school. It was safe; just far enough away from period bells and the clamor of the busy hallways. The tiny corner room never to be found or disturbed by the outside world.
We all came from different backgrounds, different social networks, different family situations, yet we all met on common ground here. We would nod our heads, listening attentively to the girl across the circle thinking back to that time we felt the same exact way. Nodding and nodding with soft fragile smiles. For most of us it was the only place to talk about our deep dark secret, to never be judged or critisized