Mrs. Anderson stood up from behind her desk and walked around the classroom. It was a Monday morning in the last semester of school. When she passed my desk, she leaned in and whispered in my ear. "I'm gonna slap your tits!" "WHAT?" I blurted out. I couldn't believe my own ears. My face went red. Mrs. Anderson looked straight at me. "I said: Remember that you have to snap some pics! For your assignment! What did you think...

It was an ordinary Tuesday in January. It was cold as hell outside, and I had tried flirting my way through all my classes that morning. The only subjects I was any good at in school were the ones involving numbers. The rest? Mediocre at best. So, every day I followed my older neighbor’s advice: When you suck at something at school, you need to bite your lower lip, look the teacher straight in the eyes, give them a wink,...

It was the summer I turned seventeen, and me and my friend Ida were on our way to our first festival to see the likes of Snoop, M.I.A, Foo Fighters, and lots of other bands. We were going to camp in our brand new and not very large tent, meet boys, stay up late and maybe even sneak in a beer or two. It was going to be The Greatest Summer Ever, if everything went as we had planned. I wasn’t even halfway through my train jo...