Hello, Good Bi

Now you’ve gone and done it. Sent off to boarding school. A “correctional institution” as your mother described it, crying into her washrag. Meanwhile your father stood there and shrugged.

Your mother believes you had sex. Before marriage… innocence lost! All of this because you went to a house party with friends. It was an eighteenth birthday party. And you’re still a virgin.

But once your mother convinces herself of something, there’s no turning back. You were raised to be a polite and obedient Christian boy. To think you might’ve had sex… at eighteen years old!

Now here you are. Walking across the campus of St. Hartley’s Academy. Gothic buildings with spires piercing the sky like jagged teeth. Stained glass windows casting rainbows on the grass.

And who the fuck is Saint Hartley? You’ve got no idea. You Googled the name but found nothing substantial. Now you’re following a brochure map to the secretary’s office for an orientation.

This is how you’ll spend the rest of your Senior year. Cast off to the other side of the country. Trapped in a school with actual misfits and lunatics. All because you dared to go to one party.