“ She's not my type,' Carter says.'So what is your type?''Tall, skinny, black hair, blue eyes, freckly nose. Blue tinsel wig and snowflakes optional.''Skinny?' I squeal.'Definitely. Pretending to be shy… Cathy Cassidy
“ Instead of blue skies and sunshine, there are grey clouds and endless rain that seeps into your bones, your soul. Cathy Cassidy
