It made me strong.I took a step back, near my whole self in the mirror.I pushed back my shoulders and raised my chin, my back straight as an arrow.
It had become easier to lie about most things because it didn't hurt as much when he ignored me.
In the spring of fifth grade, the boob fairy arrived with her wand and smacked Cassie wicked hard.
In one universe, they are gorgeous, straight-teethed, long-legged, wrapped in designer fashions, and given sport cars on their sixteenth birthdays, Teachers smile at them and grade them on the curve....
I'm not wearing this! I shouted.Wear it or die, Mom shouted back.
I wanted to pull down a book, open it proper, and gobble up page after page
I know how bad you feel. Trapped, she says. It gets better, I promise. So much better.
I knew how much it hurt to be the daughter of people who can't see you, not even if you are standing in front of them stomping your feet.
I just thought of a great theory that explains everything. When I went to that party, I was abducted by aliens. They have created a fake Earth and fake high school to study me and my reactions. This c...
I have gotten one question repeatedly from young men. These are guys who liked the book, but they are honestly confused. They ask me why Melinda was so upset about being raped.
I don’t know how they do it. I don’t know how anybodydoes it, waking up every morning and eating and movingfrom the bus to the assembly line, where the teacherbotsinject us with Subject A and Subject...
I am an iceberg drifting toward the edge of the map.
How did she do all of these things?She was bold, brave, stubborn, and smart. And Sarah Hale had a secret weapon…
Here stands a girl clutching a knife. There is grease on the stove, blood in the air, and angry words piled in the corners.
Hannah was about to burst with excitement, which would have been disgusting because she would have sprayed blood, guts and glitter in every direction.
Halloween - the day when we could pretend to be whatever we wanted - seemed to be letting everyone be who they really were.
God did not intend for Irish kids to play in the sun, according to my mother.
Gloaming, Dad said. What? That word I couldn’t remember. Gloaming. That short, murky time between half-light and dark.
Don't be so hard on yourself. Art is about making mistakes and learning from them.
Before the suffragettes came along, women were treated like dogs... They were dolls, with no thoughts, or opinions, or voices of their own. Then the suffragettes marched in, full of loud, in-your-face...