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After an interesting series of events at a movie night at his house, I am secretly sort-of-but-not-actually going out with a good friend of mine, who incidentally shares my birthday.

It's all such a secret because there are two or three other girls who publicly like him and would not be impressed with me if anything happened.

The three other friends who were at the sleepover also know and don't like it very much. They think it will end badly and mess up our friendship group, but they're getting over it.

I also told my friend, who I call Angel, because she is a kind and wonderful person who is very beautiful and trustworthy. She approves of me and the said boy, she thinks it's nice.

I'm currently in the keyboard lab at school, looking at my serialism composition. No-one else is here or knows I'm here.

It's liberating.