IF ONE OF THEM IS DEAD
Melissa is tired of cruel photos of her circulating everywhere, and whispers about her vomiting mid-hookup last week. She wants out of Valley Pines.
So when her bestie Jack suggests they create an app based on school scandals, Melissa’s game. On “Chaos” students can anonymously post rumors for points; the more points they get, the more buzz they can access.
Then Melissa discovers Jack has his own reasons for Chaos: using it to spread a compromising video of a teacher who knows too much. If Melissa agrees, a student’s reputation will be ruined – just like hers. Even worse, she could get handcuffs with her diploma.
Melissa pushes Jack to reconsider, but he snaps and releases the video, plants drugs in her locker, and blames Chaos on her. Melissa has to stop Jack before she ends up looking at Valley Pines from behind bars instead of through a rearview mirror.
In high school there are girls who are gods. They command everyone’s attention with a swish of their skirt, a pout of their lips, and a wink. My sister, Stephanie, and her friends are those girls. Pay attention, they say. Look at me. You don’t want to cross these girls when they’re angry. These girls will key your car, spit gum in your hair, and pour diet Coke in your locker. Only diet, they’re not like you--you fatass.
No one knows, but I am above all of these girls. I am above them because I know all of their secrets. I know everything. When you know things in high school it rattles you. You can feel it in your bones when you look at someone. It’s this shuffling sound in your ears that never goes away.
My phone bleeps. ‘1 new message’ flashes on the screen.
Anything interesting on the tangled web last night Birdie? Jack Stewart always calls me Birdie even though my name is Melissa. He says it’s because it’s good to have a little birdie tell you secrets.
Just Gabbie Vanhout drama, and my Nathan Whettlesfield fiasco. I text back. Last night, I was reading Trumbullconfessional.com, an anonymous gossip site made by a couple of seniors from back when the Internet was still dial-up. Mostly it’s just bullshit posts about people looking to find the latest party, or just spread lies. But sometimes you hit confessional gold.