I thought I knew my heart, until he arrived. My name is Julianne Ivy Stearns. This is my second attempt at writing my story. My mother destroyed the memory stick of the first one and confiscated my laptop because I made the mistake of keeping them in my room. I know better now. Like in that familiar story, The Emperor's New Clothes, sometimes, the people, who don't want to hear the truth, make the deliverer of the truth the scapegoat. In the event that this one is lost or taken, or in case, as I suspect, I don't survive to the end, I have placed a second copy in my locker at school. Not the most secure location, but she can't get to it there. If an offence come out of the truth, better it is that the offence come than that the truth be concealed. - Saint Jerome, 347-420 AD