Fiction

"“It was really something out of a movie,” she told me, describing the sunset and the music and the kissing. I thought about killing him with my mom’s pocket knife. I could slit his throat open or stab him clean through the heart."

"'I wish you didn’t have to grow up,' she whispered in Hungarian. As if she wanted to keep it secret, to hold deep within herself. As if it’d only slipped out by accident."

"Until that moment, I and all the other first-formers had been riding on the wave of the high energy of being in a prestigious girls’ school where no limitations had been placed on us."