Depressed
I wrote this when I was twelve. A lot has changed. Thank you all so much for the kind words you continued to send me over the years. Thank you.
Completed
I wrote this when I was twelve. A lot has changed. Thank you all so much for the kind words you continued to send me over the years. Thank you.
Every Tuesday during football practice, sixteen year old Sem Bolton finds himself stealing glances at the gorgeous college boy jogging down the path next to the fields. He was his dirty little secret. His guilty pleasure. His unobtainable fantasy: safe and distant on the other side of the chainlink fence. Then, throu...