Four hours, two Red Bulls, a few pieces of code, and three drafts later, the site I’d built from scratch was one button push away from going live on Tor. All I’d need to do was make sure the right person at Wilmont found the secret link and hope they deemed it interesting enough to spread the word. That, plus the giveaway I’d listed, should help gain some traffic.

I leaned back in my seat, rubbing my ears where my headphones had made them overly hot.

“Well, here goes nothing,” I said, staring at the grueling work I’d just done.

If it worked, I’d win.

If it didn’t, but I could at least help one person, then every risk would be worth it.

Because I knew what it was like to have something happen…something out of your control, and feel completely alone afterward. Yes, I’d been lucky enough to have my mom and Hannah to help me through it, but they didn’t understand the nightmares. The flashbacks. The fear that jolted me every single time I saw Brandon in the halls. That was something only another person who’d experienced something similar could truly relate to. And I never wanted anyone to feel that alone. Not if I could help it.

And if I got caught?

Ice froze the adrenaline in my veins.

I’d probably be expelled, which would then result in a rejection letter from MIT in March instead of an acceptance letter.

I won’t get caught.

I’d taken too many precautions.

I was too smart to get caught.

Repeating that internally about a dozen times, I reached for my keyboard…

And clicked.

Who else is totally sick of the school’s so-called sexual education?

Who here hates that Google is a one-way trip to I’ll-never-unsee-that-ville?

Who here is over the school’s blog pushing an outdated agenda?

Who here wants a place to vent and discuss topics that we’re constantly told to stay away from?

I’m here to help. I’m here to say:

Ask Me Anything.

Want to know where to get birth control without your parents knowing? I’m here.

Want to know the pros and cons of flavored condoms vs. regular? I’m here.

Want to know if that after-sex burn is normal or something to worry about? I’m here.

Want to vent about something in general? I’m here!

Now, I know what you’re thinking. That I’m probably some adult in disguise, luring you to this blog to trap you. I get why you’d think that…because if I stumbled onto this, I would, too.

But I assure you, I’m one of you. That’s right. I’m a female student of Wilmont Academy. I likely see you in the halls. I may even have classes with you.