Short Story
...ossessed me to attend such a meeting in the first place. Me, one of the most shallow (and I mean this in the kindest way) obsessive compulsive people, attending a meeting on human activism. It was my mothers idea, she felt that I needed to become a more open minded individual, who cared more about the world around her, and not so much about what shoes look best with my dark denim jeans. Well ma, so much for the human activist, you hoped your daughter would become, because here I am again, much like the other times, alone with a boy, doing whatever it is he wants to me to do, in an open field. This guy was exactly like the rest, drove me here, plunked me down, and started going at it. He didn’t bring a blanket (actually none of them did) and...