“Ivy! It’s a madhouse. Obscene is what it is! I need you to—” “No.” I didn’t even look up from my phone. Did I put too many exclamation marks? Could I replace a couple of them with emojis? But what emoji? I deleted my last line with a frustrated exhale. This was harder than I thought. “Ivy, are you even listening to me?” “Hmm?” I finally looked up at my principal, all red-faced and sweaty with outrage. “I’m on my break, Jeff.” “B-but—” “Is it something that only I specifically am able to do because of my extremely individual skillset?” I asked, blinking at him earnestly. He sputtered like a
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