It has been two weeks since I left home.
My new relationship with Zane is developing amazingly well.
Every day, we wake each other up, text during lunch, and have long conversations on the phone in the evenings. I now know him much better, I've learned new things about him and can judge his character better. Last night, he told me about his first crush, a dazzlingly wealthy fellow student who loathed him because he belonged to the middle class at that time. His father was working hard to set up a company while his mother was employed by the government.
The girl was blonde and leggy, the ideal type every boy dreamed of. When he asked her to the prom, she insulted him in front of all the students. Loudly, she exclaimed that she couldn't believe a middle-class boy would dare ask her out a
