“I won’t miss the way she smacked her lips when she chewed gum,” I confessed with eyes cast down and a smirk pulling at the corner of my...

There used to be six of us, but now I’m alone. Hunted off one by one: I’m running, and I don’t plan to get caught. The end of my life...

I wanted to start with an oldie but a goodie. I originally wrote this article in 2017 for my school newspaper, The Quaker Campus, but its...