One of Us Is Dead

by Jeneva Rose

I’d sell my soul for a Crocodile Birkin. Oh, you probably don’t even know what that is, which is for the best. You have simpler things to focus on.”

She was a forgive-and-forget kind of person. I, on the other hand, always believed there was another option on the table. Forgive, forget, or fucking never let it go.

I feel beautiful and buzzed.”

“Goddamn it!” I raked my eyelashes with mascara, slipping up and getting some on my eyelid. “Fuck!”

Felt this

Bethany’s is still having his cake and fucking it too,”

we all knew she was like a compact of pressed powder: ready to fall apart.

The only thing that would make this more perfect was a small bag of SkinnyPop popcorn.