Secrets and Memories of Bottles, and Bruising

He knew it!
He knew it would be revealed.
They had arrived at school camp after a horrible bike ride of nearly two hours.
In pouring rain.
They had half an hour to unpack in their rooms.

Then they were going to meet…

His roommates walked out of the room while they talked and laughed.
He could hear the laughter slowly die out, while he stood rooted firmly to the floor.
He could not move. He was too nervous. Not yet. He was not ready to tell his secret yet. Actually, he did not know, why they had to meet.
He just had a feeling inside telling him, that his secret would be discovered
- why he had kept him for himself, over the last few months - isolated from all the others.

He finally moved, when he heard a voice calling his name. Once he entered the room, there were not a single sound or noise, and everyone looked at him.
He hated being the center of attention.
He was the quiet, strange person in the class.
The person people often overlooked, and forgotten.
After what felt like an eternity, which in reality probably were a couple of seconds, they heard the sound of a car driving up the road that led to the school camp.
Saved! he thought.

How wrong he was.