Meet Me in the Margins

by Melissa Ferguson

She cycles faster, concerns over the color of my fabric revving her up. “And I’d be happy to let you borrow one of my dresses. It’s just . . .” She trails off, and I finish for her. “I know. You’re a size 2, and I’m an elephant.” I turn toward the hallway. “You wouldn’t have to feel that way if you just let me help you!” she cries out from behind me, over her own speeding, spider-web legs.

I really dont like her sister

Ferris wants to leave Olivia. Ferris is sorry for leaving me. Ferris wants . . . to marry me. Right now.

This guy is fucked up

My mystery editor wasn’t Sam. It was never Sam. It was Will. All those notes, all those messages, were for him. From him. It’s been him all along.

Tehe