Noel is a real person, but this is not their real name.

-Hello?
Hello, is Kiara there?
-This is, who is this?
This is ‘Noel’.
-Oh hey Noel, what’s going on?
Nothing just sitting at home, my Saturday’s are always lame because my dad grounded me for the rest of my life a couple months ago.
-Oh?...Why is that?
I told him I was bisexual… my mom was bisexual, and she left him, I think he is afraid I will leave him, like she did.
…..(long pause)
-How did you get my phone number, Noel?
You wrote it down in my yearbook. Do you want to come over?

--I have to say, at this point I was a little creeped out. Noel and I were good friends in 6th and 7th grade, but I was in 10th grade now, and I had not talked to him since then.

-Well, I really can’t I am grounded too. (a lie)
Oh, that is okay, I miss hanging out with you, what have you been up to?
-Well, I am going out with ___ (asshole) now, and I pretty much just hang out with him, when he comes over (I am a good liar).
I wish I were going out with somebody, then I would not cut my wrists at night, and somebody would think I were something special.
-You slit your wrists, Noel?!?!
Only every once and a while.
-Noel, that is not right, you should not do that to yourself. There is nothing so wrong with you that you should mutilate your body.
I don’t have friends like I used to, I have started drinking, and smoking, and now the only thing that feels good is my flesh being torn by thin razors. Haven’t you noticed I have been wearing long sleeve, baggy shirts to school?
-(I hadn’t, truth was I never paid attention to Noel anymore) Well, I have been kind of stressed out lately.