Chaotic Good

by Whitney Gardner

And the more I read, the more desperately I want to play. To have a group of friends gathered around a table telling a story. Creating and cracking inside jokes.

And here I am, obsessing, cross-dressing, letting them into my head. I have work to do; I have people to impress; I have a boy to kiss; I don’t have time for second-guessing and their pathetic attempts to sabotage me. They don’t get to win. Ever.