Dear Diary,

Since it is morning, I have no idea why I am writing now but I can tell you the facts of last night. I handled Diana's clothes. Her scent made me think of her. I miss her. I am going to tell you something diary but you must promise you shall not tell another living soul. I have got this feeling that I'm supposed to be something else... I'm awfully tired so I might regret writing this. I am ashamed and I guess I hide a certain part of me that I and many others have but I don't want to have it. Though some people don't have it as well. I want to be like them as if I'm not having it. I guess you can't understand me. It applies to many things. Anyway, bye.

Gilbert woke up to a slam. It was his father, looking even more mad than last night.
"Wake up!" Climbing out of bed, he did what he was told but now his fathers face had changed. From mad to disgusted. "What the hell are you wearing?" Gilbert knew what would happen next. Stripping the gown off of him, Gilbert's father searched Gilbert's room thoroughly and left in silence with the gown and locked the door and left. Every time Gilbert would do or wear something "feminine", his father would lock him in his room for hours with no food. Waiting a few seconds, Gilbert put his eye to the crack of the door slowly. No one. Footsteps descended and a door shut. Grabbing a piece of paper and a pen from his desk, he pushed the pen through the keyhole, praying it would work.Then, he slipped the piece of paper under the door and pushed the pen one last time. Clink! Pulling the piece of paper gently, Gilbert picked up the key and unlocked the door. He walked out quickly, hoping to not be seen by his mother outside who was doing the washing. He held his hand out on the wall as he walked forward, his hand dragging with him until it came to a halt. It was a doorframe. His parent's room. Walking cautiously, Gilbert went inside. There was an old, grey double bed pushed against the wall and a broken desk next to it. On the desk was a piece of paper. It read:

Dear Diana,

Hope you are ok in London. Gilbert was seen this morning wearing your gown. What does this mean? Maybe we should send him to where you work... That way he will also be safe and know where he belongs. If a boy wants to wear a pink gown, he must be crazy. What would you say?

Love from Papa Xxx

It was folded up inside a yellowish envelope which had not been sealed yet. Gilbert sat down on the bed. His own father. Wanting to send him to an insane asylum.
"Gilbert! I'm going to let you out of your room for school but you are still punished!" Shouted his mother. Panicking, Gilbert put the envelope back and ran into his room making sure to lock the door and slip the key underneath it. As soon as he heard his mother turn the key, he sprinted into the kitchen to grab his coat and run outside, not forgetting to shout,
"Goodbye!" As he does everyday.

Gilbert ran to the back of the school building and into the woods. Many trees surrounded him like brave soldiers but only one interested him. Sitting on a branch was a light blue dress. Gilbert jumped and grabbed it by it's bow at the back. Going even deeper into the woods, he took off his clothes and put on the dress. With one big throw, all his other clothes were now on the tree instead. Pulling his hair to his ears, he smiled and walked back to the school. As she entered, too many people were greeting her.
"Hey Ginny!"
"Morning Ginny!"
"Hello Ginny!"
"Hi." It was Ruby.
"Hi Ruby." Ginny said,
"Take your seats at once!" Screamed the teacher. Silence. Hours later, the bell rang and kids sprinted out of the room.
"See you later Ginny!" screamed Ruby as she ran. Gilbert ran back to the forest and got dressed and went home with a smile on his face and books in his hand.
"Morning, mother." He said,
"Get upstairs now." Doing as he was told, he walked to his room and shut the door. Underneath his bed was a blue book as well. Taking it out and the pen from the keyhole, he started to write.

Dear Diary,

Tomorrow is my birthday... I hope Diana sends me a gift like last year but I really just want to see her. I don't care if my father is mad at me. I still haven't told people at school I am a boy instead of a girl and that my name isn't Ginny but I'm scared they will find out. But it's never going to happen.Moving on to my last diary entry...It gnaws at me every single day yet I do not know the answer. Happy Birthday to me.