Open House

by Katie Sise

Oscar hated it at Yarrow, he really did; he hated the smug, self-satisfied professors and the preppy classmates mingling with the alternative ones, everyone a happy, bubbling mix on the surface.

she was in public, she tried to conceal her compulsions. If she was alone, she closed her eyes and soaked up the sensation of the tapping.

Elitism was still elitism, even when you packaged it as being smart and noble.

But her grief was like a part of her body now, and she felt a visceral need to stay connected to her roots and her pain, and to her sister.