Under moonlight, the algae scum looked like shag carpeting, the entire lake a sunken living room. Someone fell in, was rescued, and laid on the pier. “I’ve had it,” he said, laughing. “Goodbye, cruel world!” He tried to roll into the lake again, but his friends stopped him. “You don’t understand me,” he said. “I’m a teenager. I’ve got problems!” “Be quiet,” a woman’s voice scolded. “They’ll hear you.”
