Wet Dream
Opening my eyes, I wondered if today was the day I’d commit suicide. Another day of being harassed, bullied, derided, and shamed at high school. Another day of having girls snicker at me, boys knock my books out of my hands, or punch me in the stomach as they walked by. Top of my senior class in everything, teacher’s pet, smart-as-a-whip, college-bound – but couldn’t get a date to save my life. I was the dork, the doofus,...