When I was in sixth grade, I was worried about a lot of things. I remember worrying about how to get from one end of the building to my locker to my next class in only four minutes. I remember worrying about whether certain people were going to pick on me. I remember worrying about whether or not I got my science homework finished. What I do not remember is worrying about whether or not my friends were going to get caught having sex in shop class.

This is a story about a little mishappen at a middle school in Indianapolis. I can’t believe this happened!