We were both faculty brats, and the school catered to elite students from wealthy families.īut our similarities ended there. When I arrived at this new private school in seventh grade, after my mom got a job teaching, I hoped Fred and I might be friends.
That’s because my head was being slammed against a locker, the syllables crashing together like cymbals in my ear. The first time someone called me a “faggot” I didn’t hear it at all.
