Sometimesbeing an adult means doing the right thing, even if it’s notwhat you want.
Quote from Ashes-pg. 39Don't let the hardness of the world steal the softness of your heart. The greatest strength of all is daring to love.
People who have to announce that they are trustworthy deserve to be lied to.
My parents didn't raise me to be religious. The closest we come to worship is the Trinity of Visa, Mastercard, and American Express. I think the Merryweather cheerleaders confuse me because I missed o...
My fingers stroking the bark, seeking a Braille code, a clue, a message on how to come back to life after my long undersnow dormancy. I have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here. So how...
My English teacher has no face. She has uncombed stringy hair that droops on her shoulders. The hair is black from her part to her ears and then neon orange to the frizzy ends. I can't decide if she h...
Mr. Neck writes on the board again: DEBATE: America should have closed her borders in 1900. That strikes a nerve. Several nerves. I can see kids counting backward on their fingers, trying to figure wh...
Light up the stars in your brain, electrify your body, buckle on your smile, and everybody will love you again.
It’s always there—fear—and if you don’t stay on top of it, you’ll drown.
If everyone was really having sex, they why was it paradoxically a hush-hush-whisper thing and a scream-it-online-and -in-the-cafeteria thing? If everyone was really having sex, why weren't more girls...
If I weren't so tired, I'd shove trust and issue down the garbage disposal and let it run all day.
I'm the only one sitting alone, under the glowing neon sign which reads, Complete and Total Loser, Not Quite Sane. Stay Away. Do Not Feed.
I watch some kids ask the cafeteria ladies to sign their books. What do they write: Hope your chicken patties never bleed? Or, maybe, May your Jell-O always wiggle?
I wanted a coffin made of woodfrom trees not yet plantedmy appetite for time was growing.
I want to be in fifth grade again. Now, that is a deep dark secret, almost as big as the other one. Fifth grade was easy -- old enough to play outside without Mom, too young to go off the block. The p...
I try to read while eating alone, but the noise gets between my eyes and the page and I can't see through it.
I see IT in the hallway. IT goes to Merryweather. IT is walking with Aubrey cheerleader. IT is my nightmare and I can't wake up.IT sees me. IT smiles and winks. Good thing my lips are stitched togethe...
I push my ragged mouth against the mirror. A thousand bleeding, crusted lips push back. What does it feel like to walk in a new skin? Was she completely sensitive like a baby, or numb, without nerve e...
I open up a paper clip and scratch it across the inside of my left wrist. Pitiful. If a suicide attempt is a cry for help, then what is this? A whimper, a peep? I draw little windowcracks of blood, et...
I get out of bed and take down the mirror. I put it in the back of my closet, facing the wall. OUR