Chapter Three
Sunday November 5, 2017
I met Adam in homeroom in the fall of 1997. That dingy homeroom had concrete floors, metal shingles on the walls and looked like the back of a dump truck. In those days, that particular high school was mostly boys, and only a few girls, since it had just recently changed its policy to accept girls. I say boys, but in grade nine, some of the older boys looked like full-grown men to me. Many of them looked and acted like criminals. I thought I was a bit of a class clown before high school, but some of these boys were not only class clowns, but ruthless, and acid-tongued, and I became wary of men at that time.
A few months into high school I became aware of Adam. For some reason, he glanced at me one day, and when he did, I felt something—I saw somethi
