Everyone has a secret. Hi my name is Spencer Carlin, I am 17. I live in LA with my family, I have one brother, Glen, he is my mother’s pride, he is a basketball star and he is studying medicine, he wants to be a neurosurgeon just like our mom. My mom is Paula Carlin, she is one of the best neurosurgeon in the United States, when she is not working she is making my life a living hell. Then there is my  dad Arthur Carlin, he is working  24/7, I mean the man sleeps with a bluetooth in his ear, he is a very successful lawyer, I can’t say much about him because I barely know the guy, but when he is home he seems like a good person that made the mistake of marrying Paula, I feel sorry for him.

Remember when I said that everyone has a secret, well I reveal mine to my family when I was 12. I told my family that I was gay, and well they did not like my news. Paula slapped me and told me that I was disgusting and Glen like mommy’s little angel told me that I was going to burn in hell. And Arthur just kept talking on his cellphone, at least he didn’t hit me like mommy dearest. My family hates me and I honestly don’t care, I mean when you have a family like mine, you learn that love don’t exist.  My family made me the way I am, because thanks to them I never knew what love was, so to me love is a weakness. And  Spencer Carlin is not weak and is never going to fall in love. 

Today is Sunday, and almost every normal teenager is at home doing their homework. Well I’m not your average teenager. I am in Gray’s with my bestfriends Kyla Davies and Aiden Dennison  and we are drinking our asses off. Kyla is my bestfriend because we both have parents that don’t give a shit about us so we understand each other. Kyla is straight, she is hot, she has long brown hair, the most beautiful brown eyes, and a smocking body. Then there is Aiden, he is my friend because he throws the best parties in the entire world and well he is a great wingman. I mean I don’t have any problems  getting the ladies in my bed, everytime we go out I go home with a girl, well sometimes two and well that time in Christmas when I went home with four. Don’t ask me for details because I don’t remember anything from that night.