The Edge Of Falling
Most great works of literature have a hero at their core, but this story is an exception. What happened in May doesn’t make me a hero; in fact, it makes me the furthest thing from one. What do you call someone who masquerades as a hero? My grandfather had a word for that: phony.
My name is Mcalister Caulfield, I live on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, and this is my story.
Up here, power reigns supreme. Popularity is determined by it. Entrée to clubs and schools and...