The air smelled like a mélange of everyone's perfume and hair products, with a slight undertone of booze.

I don't know what to do,' she finished. 'I feel like I'm the one who has to keep everyone together.

Sometimes, a family is like an ear of summer corn: It might look perfect on the outside, but when you peel the husk away. every kernel is rotten.

Ezra clapped his hands. "all right," he said. "In addition to the books we're reading as a class, I want to do an extra side project on unreliable narrators." Devon Arliss raised her hand. "what does that mean?" Ezra strode around the room. "well, the narrator tells us the story in the book, right? But what if... the narrator isn't telling us the truth? Maybe he's telling us his skewed version of the story to get you on his side. Or to scare you. Or maybe he's crazy!

You know what they say about hope. It breeds eternal misery!

She knew too much. -A

Sutton's dead. Tell no one. Keep playing along... or you're next.