I know how bad you feel. Trapped, she says. It gets better, I promise. So much better.
I knew it! He pumps a fist into the air. You've fallen in love with me. You want to have my babies. We'll get a team of horses and a covered wagon and we'll journey to South America and raise goats.
I dare you to punch me, I said.You? Dare me? He was laughing too hard to say anything else.I shove him. I double-dare you. If you don't have the guts to do it, you're a weenie. I shove again, harder....
I can't stop biting my lips. It looks like my mouth belongs to someone else, someone else, someone I don't even know.
I am spinning the silk threads of my story, weaving the fabric of my world. They tiny elf-dancer became a wooden doll whose strings were jerked by people not paying attention. I spun out of control. E...
How could men who liked cats be bad?
Here stands a girl clutching a knife. There is grease on the stove, blood in the air, and angry words piled in the corners. We are trained not to see it, not to see any of it. . . . Someone just rippe...
Emma is a mattress who got thrown off the truck when her parents split up. It's not like you can blame a mattress when people don't tie it down tight enough.
But that's the wrong question. Ask why everyone else is so pathetically stupid and why they're always whining about detention, I should get a medal for not slapping people in the face every day.
A wide valley of the dead spread out below me, hundreds of them gently tucked into the ground in neat rows, their whispers frozen into the stones above them: I am here. I was here. Remember me. Rememb...
A teacher (a good teacher) is composed of molecules of education and intelligence, bonded together by patience and passion.
That's pretty good, for a young girlfrom Fever 1793
I decapitated dandelions all morning, leaving carnage and death strewn into my path.
Clinic,
You never think about the mall being closed. It’s always supposed to be there, like milk in the refrigerator or God.
Who wants to recover? It took me years to get that tiny. I wasn't sick; I was strong.
What did it feel like to die? Was it a peaceful sleep? Some thought it was full of either trumpet-blowing angels or angry devils. Perhaps I was already dead.
We need more holidays to keep the social studies teachers on track.
We held hands when we walked down the gingerbread path into the forest, blood dripping from our fingers. We danced with witches and kissed monsters. We turned us into wintergirls, and when she tried t...
WE ARE THE HORNETS, HORNY, HORNY HORNETS!