The Goldberg sisters are imperfect.
Kylie is a bipolar who just came out as bi.
Rosin has been in the hospital 7 times for suicide attempts, and has 6 digits on her hands and feet from her unborn twin.
Margaret was born 2 months premature, and somehow survived with no physical deformities. Her brain is a bit underdeveloped and slow, but she still sticks to her age level. She has Borderline Personality Disorder, ADHD, and Panic Disorder. She also has differently colored eyes.
Their parents just wish that the girls were normal...maybe even perfect.
When a man claiming to be a doctor shows up on their doorstep carrying a serum that will supposedly wipe away the girls’ imperfections, the Goldbergs are shocked and thrilled. Their parents are all for using their girls to test out the serum.
The serum works, but the girls eventually discover terrifying side effects - side effects that could kill them.

Can they find a way to stop the serum from destroying them completely?


4. A Confession

By the time we all manage to come back together to have a delicious dinner of overcooked mac ‘n cheese, Mom’s face is covered in makeup streaks, the vein in Dad’s neck is still throbbing, Kylie is refusing to speak to anyone, Rosin is pissed that she has to eat with her right hand(she’s a leftie), and I want nothing more than to run away and move in with Ferris, my best friend.

    Which is why, when my phone goes off with a text from him asking if we can meet up, I’m out the door in two minutes flat, ignoring my dad’s annoyed bellow.


    Ferris is waiting for me on the rusty swings of the abandoned playground we found in the middle of the woods in sixth grade.

    My heart suddenly jumps in my chest when I see him in his rumpled Green Day shirt and paint-stained jeans, with his dark hair hanging in front of his face. He’s twisted the chain up, and lets himself spin as I approach. When the spinning swing finally comes to a halt, a flashes me a bright smile, brown eyes dizzy and unfocused. “Hey,”

    “Hi,” I reply, settling into the swing next to his.

    “So...I want to confess something.”

    I raise an eyebrow. “Wait, wait, don’t tell me: You’re an alien, disguised as human, who came here from the planet Fericon. You’re observing human life to help plan a galactic takeover of Earth.”

    Ferris laughs, and I grin as I watch him. I’ve memorized the lines, shapes, and colors of his face so that they’re as fmailiar as my own reflection.

    “Mags, come on, I’m serious.” Ferris says, still smiling. He peers through the bangs that are hanging in front of his eyes. My heart skips a beat. Shaking off the feeling, I stand and sassily place my hands on my hips, raising an eyebrow at him. “Alright, then, spill.”

    He looks at me for a long time, not speaking. Then he stands, approaches me, and rests his hands on my shoulders. He gazes into my eyes.

    I suddenly can’t breathe.

    His right hand slides up until it’s resting gently on my cheek. Warmth radiates from his palm.

    Then his lips are on mine in a kiss that is sweet, soft, warm.....I kiss back, raising a hand to rest on the back of his neck, holding him to me.

    After what feels like years, we finally pull apart, wide-eyed, flushed, and panting slightly.

    “That,” Ferris says. “That is my confession.”

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