Tell Me What Really Happened

by Chelsea Sedoti

I’d just finished a book I really loved, and you know how sometimes you don’t want to start a new book because you’re still stuck in the world of the last one?

The victims are always girls. They always vanish in a split second. It always appears that they straight up walked away. Like something in the woods called to them.

“Honestly, I don’t care if people love me or hate me. The worst thing would be if no one thought of me at all.”

We’re talking about someone who believes in Bigfoot—and it’s not like he tries to keep it a secret. Do I really need to tell you how high school is going for him?

Yes, I was a Boy Scout. What, just because I have a vagina, I’m not allowed to learn survival skills?

My dad says that funerals are just as expensive as weddings—and that both of them celebrate the end of life.