Falling Overboard

by Sariah Wilson

There is no I in ‘team,’ but there might be a U in ‘failure.’”

After they ate the cake, Mrs. Carmine opened her present from her husband, which was a tennis bracelet with diamonds so big you could see where the Titanic had hit them.

“Eating muffins is a way to basically have cake for breakfast without people asking you if you’re okay.”

“Do you like exercising?” he asked. I liked watching him exercise. Did that count? “I do crunches sometimes. Cap’n in the morning, Nestlé at night.”

“You can’t be an impostor at life,” he said as we walked down the stairs toward our cabin. “You can. I feel like I never know what I’m doing and I’m faking everything.” “Lucky, that’s adulthood. None of us know what we’re doing. We’re all faking it and trying to do our best. Nobody has to get it perfect because nobody can.”