“And there was something familiar about the cadence of the words. The language. It was him. I wrote:I know who you are. I recognize your voice. by kidzeroI felt a little dizzy after I sent it, maybe because I had been holding my breath. A new message pinged and the air rushed out of me like a deflated balloon.you shouldn't be talking to strangers anyway. who am I? by anonymousI didn't really know his name or anything about him, but I couldn't admit that now. I wanted to keep talking to him. I quickly typed:You are the Unidentified. The Unidentified refuses to be typecast, target-marketed, corporate-identified, defined. by kidzero”

“Kidzero: is free falling. catch me.”

“What are we looking for?" "I don't know-evidence?" Mikey said, sitting behind the keyboard, pretending to hack. I laughed. "This is so Crime Scene Extreme seriously though, is it even possible to view log-in records user-side?""Hmm, yes," Mikey said tapping his finger on his pseudointellectually. "You're right. This sounds like a job for a Crackhead.”

“I was like the runner-up to Miss Mediocrity and my prize was awkward silence.”

“Oh Google, she thought I was suicidal.”

“I thought all the way back to when I was a kid, not being able to tell anyone, not even my parents, about who I really was. I never had anyone to talk to, and I never looked to anyone to talk to -- because I didn't want to talk about it. If you're young and questioning and not able to voice it in safety, find a gay person in your community who you trust and respect, and get to know him and talk it all through with him. Find the big brother or the parent that you don't have at home and ask him to guide you and help you sort out all the emotions.”

“Good game, now if you don't mind opening the door, I'd like to unfold myself”