I could bet money and win that those older kids are behind those buildings now, getting high and happy. I even started writing down ideas in the morning. Blowjob sex I step up to my locker and face her, hoping I can let this abuse go like I do every other day. The class bell rang and I had to slowly stand up. Then I feel a hand on my thigh. Immediately the senior meets me halfway and welcomes me to the group. He knows why I’m here. The blue paint is scratched and some is scraped off, but inside, the leather seats are unbelievably soft and welcoming. But no joining us today, no matter how bad it feels. Really? “I don’t know.” And he sits quietly, looking across the road. Could he be talking to a girlfriend? I’m looking out the window, kind of staring at nothing. Both of us are drowning in depression, unable to eat barely anything, but we force it because our bodies need
