Clarisse was having a breakdown.

Her team had lost capture the flag.

Her father’s voice was in her head, calling her a dyke and a failure.

And the girl she loved couldn’t even look her in the eye because Clarisse couldn’t say she loved her back.

She remembered that night perfectly.

(Enter persons name here) had poured her heart out to Clarisse, punctuating her affectionate words with kisses.

Then Clarisse had felt trapped. Snared. Stuck.