Has she received any letters from Lockton?'The question hit me like a bucket of cold water. 'You asking me to spy again?''Listen,' he started, 'Our freedom-'I did not let him continue. 'You are blind....
The necessary, impossible goodbye that had suddenly, in slow motion, arrived
We are crayons and lunchboxes and swinging so high our sneakers punch holes in the clouds.
The tears dissolve the last block of ice in my throat. I feel the frozen stillness melt down through the inside of me, dripping shards of ice that vanish in a puddle of sunlight on the stained floor....
I doubt trees are ever told to 'be the screwed-up ninth-grader.'
I cry to let everything out
How did I get like this?
If I can write a book that will help the world make a little more sense to a teen, then that's why I was put on the planet.
Why are you being so mean?Friends tell friends the truth.yeah, but not to hurt, to help.
To keep up appearances, I stomp my room and slam the door.
She turns to us, acts surprised to see us, then does the bit with the back of the hand to the forehead. You're lost! You're angry! You're in the wrong school! You're in the wrong country! You're on th...
IT happened. There is no avoiding it, no forgetting. No running away, or flying, or burying, or hiding.
I nod like I’m listening,like we’re communicating, and she never knows the difference.
Having a friend made everything else suck less.
CONJUGATE THIS:I cut class, you cut class, he, she, it cuts class. We cut class, they cut class. We all cut class. I cannot say this in Spanish because I did not go to Spanish today.
Be aggressive, BE-BE Aggressive! B-E A-G-G-R-E-S-S-I-V-E
You'd be shocked at how many adults are already dead inside, walking around with no clue, waiting for a heart attack or cancer to finish the job. When people don't express themselves, they die one pie...
Principal Principal: Where's your late pass, mister?Errant Student: I'm on my way to get one now. PP: But you can't be in the hall without a pass. ES: I know, I'm so upset. That's why I need to hurry,...
Nothing chases away the sand or the memories engraved on the back of my eyelids. They play on a continuous loop, with smells and sound and sorrow.
My goal is to go home and take a nap.