Pelham High Diaries: Harlow

A pact. A sisterhood. An unbreakable bond. I believed it all. Maybe I’m naïve, but life's always had a way of working out for me. Back when Morgan invited me into her iron-clad trio of friends in the second grade, it was like she saved me. For nine years, Taryn, Eleanor and Morgan were my world. They shielded me from the harsh climate that breeds on school grounds. Especially ours, where students sit armed with Babble, a rumor spreading app, ready to attack. I trusted my friends because that’s what friends do. How could I ever see what was coming? Or what they were capable of. Then again, there are four sides to every story. This is mine.