Only If You're Lucky

by Stacy Willingham

One day we were strangers and the next we were friends. That’s usually how it works with girls.

strings of pearls wound tight around their necks like designer nooses,

I remember wondering if that kind of power imbalance was normal in a friendship—if every pair consisted of one half who seemed to love the other just a little bit more

“We break rules when we decide the cost of getting caught doesn’t outweigh the reward of doing it, right?”

There is no right or wrong, noble or evil, but simply the existence of people who dabble in their own combination of each.