Snap Studios. Growing up, there's a kid in my school, that's

growing up, there's a kid in my school, in my grave that attends my church church and we go to our church like four or five times a week so I know this kid. Well, our families hang out spend time at each other's houses. We're both farm boys.

Sometimes we'll even help out each other with chores.

And back then, I couldn't have told you that our church was a crazy wacky cult like by a madman.

I don't get to have this understanding.

I just know somehow that what we do, running around,

preparing for the end of days and all that is probably not something you want to talk about in school.

And I've got enough trouble as it is trying to avoid any hint of crazy and this kid he independently comes to the same

understanding so at school we do not hang out,

not speak to each other.

And it's amazing to look back now

after all the insanity that eventually does go down from that cult in both of our lives that

the only other person that could possibly have understood, really understood in all of the world,

I pushed away, hoping that if maybe they didn't see us together, maybe they wouldn't see me at all. Wow, they're in snap judgment.

We're proud to bring you a completely different tale of trying to get along in one of the most challenging

stages of life. You've likely been there before. We're calling it stuck in the

middle school. My name is Glenn Washington. The next best thing to a real

invisibility cloak in middle school is listening. The snap judgment. We begin in a small suburb right outside of DC.

Some might say it's a crunchy, granola-y type of place.

Where the biggest news is usually the offerings at the farmers market.

But that doesn't mean things don't go down.

The listener should note that this story does contain descriptions of abuse directed at gay persons

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