In the 5th grade I wrote a short story about a boy who wanted to kill himself so he slit his wrists. Only, the kid forgets its Aprils Fools’ Day so when his parents find him they think he’s joking and pretend to ignore him, he bleeds to death as a result. Then the parents have to tell everyone and everyone thinks they’re joking. The father finally breaks down and stabs a priest and is shot and killed by the cops. The mother lives, but never leaves the house except on April Fools’ Day, naked and cover in tomato sauce.
I thought it was pretty clever and turned it in for a short story contest. I didn’t win, but I got to visit a special doctor and he gave me some special vitamins that made me happy forever after.