It was Friday and I had to get to swim class. I climbed the four flights of stairs to my suite and gingerly unlocked the door, hoping that Daniela wouldn’t notice that I was away all night. Otherwise I’d owe her an explanation, and I did not want to have to explain that I’d slept over at Hunter’s...
Junior year. I’d made it this far, busting my ass semester after semester, camping out in office hours, staying up late nights, living off of caffeine. Somehow I’d survived. I thought getting into Harvard was the hard part and the rest was grade inflation, but the classes were actually pretty tou...
I’m sitting with Paul at the proponent’s table. Because it is a rejoinder the defender’s table is empty, which lifts my spirits because if I had to look at Blake Stone and watch him worm his way into getting Lynx, I think I would end up getting arrested for a third and final strike. ...
I shout, throwing the pictures down on the table as if they burn my fingers. Truth is, they are burning my eyes and incinerating my heart. Mark and Valerie? Under my nose? Behind my back? In front of my face? How can this be happening? My mind snaps back and forth so quickly I’m worried I might g...
There was no sense of running away from my past now that I knew it was there to be found. I dialed the numbers and pressed call.“Hello?“Hi, Charles?”“Caitlyn, is that you? It’s strange hearing your voice over the phone.”He still wouldn’t call me Dove. “Yeah, it’s me. I want to see the house in Sa...