Saylor had the life I wanted and I hated her for it. Only now, I realize it was never hate that I felt. I was just fucking jealous. Her mom would pack her a lunch every day, with little notes hidden inside for her to find, and mine screamed at me for daring to eat the last few stale crackers when I’d been starving. She was carefree and ignorant of the real world. She got to be a kid while I had to grow up way too fast and fend for myself. I wanted her to feel the way I felt. So I did everything I could to darken Saylor’s pristine little world.
