GENEVIEVE
The glass of water slips from my hand and hits the sink with a crash, shattering across the surface. The sound collides with the c****x of Twenty One Pilots' "Car Radio ," playing on Alexa.
I shudder as I carefully pick up the small pieces and throw them in the trash, simultaneously scrolling through my phone. Aside from the memes and inane conversations in my group chat with my college friends, there's nothing of note. Although calling them friends is an exaggeration. Colleagues would be more appropriate.
Chris, Jenny, Alex, and I are all pre-law students at the same college, so we kind of bonded. It's hard for me to consider anyone a true friend because most of the people I've known since middle school have been interested in my super-successful dad or our family dra
