The price we pay for being pretty
I was just finishing up washing my hands in the boys restroom, my mind busy trying to remember all the crap I’d studied the night before, when I heard the door open and loud laughter and talking intrude on my thinking as a group of other junior high boys came in. The laughing and talking stopped as soon as they saw me there in front of the mirror. I only glanced over for a quick look, but it was enough to make me swallow nervously. Darin Diller was standing right behind me with his two...