A trained assassin who babysits.
Art without emotion is like chocolate cake without sugar. It makes you gag.
Bologna girl, that's me.
Censorship is the child of fear and the father of ignorance. Our children cannot afford to have the truth of the world withheld from them. They need us to be brave enough to give them great books so t...
Ci tenevamo per mano mentre percorrevamo il sentiero di pan di zenzero dentro la foresta, col sangue che ci gocciolava dalle dita. Danzavamo con le streghe e baciavamo i mostri. Ci trasformammo in rag...
David stares at Mr. Neck, looks at the flag for a minute, then picks up his books and walks out of the room. He says a million things without saying a word. I make a note to study David Petrakis. I ha...
Didn't help to ponder things that were forever gone. It only made a body restless and fill up with bees, all wanting to sting something.
Dr. Parker and all my parents live in a paper-mache world. They just patch up problems with strips of newspaper and a little glue.
Eating was hard. Breathing was hard. Living was hardest.
Emma hears me come up the stairs and asks me to watch a movie with her. I stick Band-Aids on my weeping cuts, put on pink pajamas so we match, and snuggle with her under her rainbow comforter. She arr...
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.
First thought: It was a dreamSecond thought: No it wasn'tThird thought: Crap
Flames curled out of all the windows next door. The rooftop beyond that was a lake of fire. Every building in sight was burning. The air was filled with crackling and popping sounds, with shrieks and...
For one moment we are not failed tests and broken condoms and cheating on essays; we are crayons and lunch boxes and swinging so high our sneakers punch holes in the clouds. For one breath everything...
Good afternoon, Nathaniel. Kindly return my basket.Is that all you have to say? You disappoint me. I thought you would send me sailing into the horse trough at least. I guess you respect my new positi...
Hairwoman is torturing us with essays. Do English teachers spend their vacations dreaming up these things?
Heather is not at school today. Everybody is griping about her lame decorations. I bet she calls in sick the rest of the year. Heather should run away and join the Marines immediately.
Her eyes were tired, but we're seniors. All seniors have dead eyes.
I am an iceberg drifting towards the edge of the map
I can grow. I look at my homely sketch. It doesn't need anything. Even through the river in my eyes I can see that. It isn't perfect and that makes it just right.
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