My teenage years were some of the worst times of my life.
I wasn’t popular, and all the other kids knew it. The popular girls especially thought to pick on me because they knew no one would care about me or what they did. So this one time in grade 8 I was walking home, and some of the popular girls came up to me and pushed me into a puddle and told me to go have sex with my “boyfriend.” And this girl says, “wait, guys! She doesn’t even have one.”