Fifteen Thousand For A Closet

Summary

I never thought a single slice of prime rib would be the catalyst for my social execution.

It was my senior year, and I was staying with my Aunt Sarah to be closer to my prep school. But while I was sitting at their marble dining table, trying to prepare SAT test and minding my own business, I committed the ultimate sin: I took a piece of steak from the serving platter.

By the next morning, my cousin Brianna had turned me into a viral villain.

I sat on the edge of my twin bed in the cramped, windowless "guest room"—which was really just a walk-in closet they’d cleared out—watching her…