Let Me Fall by Lily Foster

What was your Senior Superlative?
Most likely to succeed,
Most likely to win an Olympic gold,
Most likely to snag a billionaire?
Me? If the administration at Westerly High would have allowed the student body free rein, full creative control, I would have been voted:

Most likely to turn tricks for a living,
Most likely to screw you over,
or…
Most likely to—hopefully—die a slow and painful death.

In the weeks leading up to graduation, I was the single-most hated member of my senior class. I was the girl who had driven the school’s golden boy to his demise. I was the girl who’d done something sordid and shameful. Exposed in a cruel and very public way, I was the girl who got what she deserved.

I’m Carolyn. This is my story, and believe it or not, there’s a happy ending—even for someone like me.