Teen Funs: Nansy

“That,” she panted, leaning against a dumpster behind a CVS, “is what I call teen funs.”

On the last day, Nansy sat us down. “I have one final fun,” she said softly. She handed each of us a small, handwritten card. Mine said: You are braver than you believe. Go get lost on purpose. teen funs nansy

Her parents picked her up that evening. As her minivan disappeared around the corner, our phones buzzed with a new group chat name. She’d changed it herself before leaving. “That,” she panted, leaning against a dumpster behind

Leo went to the audition. He got the part. And somewhere, probably in a different CVS parking lot, Nansy smiled, opened her notebook, and wrote a new line: Phase two: The senior center break-in. For fun, of course. Mine said: You are braver than you believe

Thus began the summer of Nansy’s Grand Teen Funs Extravaganza .

“Teen funs,” Nansy announced on day one, mispronouncing the group chat name on purpose because she thought it was funnier that way. “I have reviewed your itinerary. Mini-golf? Escape rooms? Mall food courts?” She shuddered, pulling a battered notebook from her fanny pack. “No. We are rebranding.”

Maya replied instantly: Fake an alien invasion.