“Not ... going ... to ... happen ... like ... this!” he grated, determined not to let them die like this. Too much depended on them!His mind fough... the fire, but it felt like a futile battle. He could feel the flames driving him back farther and farther into himself.“Don’t fight it!” Al urged, straining to hold their mesh together. “Embrace it! Accept it!” he pleaded, feeling himself burning in those fires, too.A good rule of battle: when you are losing, try something different. Al’s advice had. Mom woke me up with a pancake breakfast in bed. There were tons of Facebook birthday messages waiting for me.Instead…I had a feeling of dread.I knew about the traditions at school. When you turn 18, something big happens. It’s always different. It’s always embarrassing. It’s always humiliating.Even though I had become accustomed to the humiliation, it never got better. Because of my awkwardness and shyness, the pranks always ended up being about my body. I am tall and skinny, 6’0”, and. They were talking about some NBA game and I lost interest, as basketball to me, is boring. I was going about my business just barely paying attention to them when he walked in. The blonde kid that walked by me on my way here. I stared at him, not taking my eye off him. I was watching him go to his locker, then I realized we were in the boys locker room. I was going to get to see him in his boxers. My heart raced with anticipation as I watched him take his shirt off. His wifebeater was tight on. Next day i saw she was going to market alone bt i had clg i bunked the clg removd my bike n askd her that wil she lyk 2 cm to market n she said ya i m going ther so i said her 2 seat on my bike she saw me n smild so we discsd various thngs i askd her were is her husbnd she said out of town n may cm after 15days so i laughd n said u may be misng him n she said ya . N she askd me of clg i said laughng that i bunked the clg for u ! She told wth anger ‘why’ i told na i was jokng .Then she askd wat.