I'll Follow You

by Charlene Wang

Hope was like that for people like us: addictive, potent, so precious it was worth dying for.

Sometimes in friendships, there is nothing kinder than silence.

If you failed to pay attention, if you lacked social vigilance—which was prized as highly as good grades—you became the clown. The butt of the joke. The prey.

That’s the problem with youth: You’re so busy thinking your secrets will undo you, you can’t see that everybody’s got them.