One of the best things you can relate to is a detailed story.
Are you a peice of Saran Wrap? No Well then why are you acting so clingy?
When the horse was little, Massie had covered the walls with posters of young fillies that she thought Brownie would find sexy.
Is my name V? No... Then why would I follow U?
We're doing the Twyla, not Twilight, so stop sucking!
Loser loser, double loser, whatever, as if, get the picture. DUH!
Do you play football for Pittsburgh? Then why are you such a Steeler?!
These girls want nothing to do with last season's clothes.
Bean, what's one step worse then a fashion don't?....a fashion don't even THINK about it.
Viktor was swinging a leather duffle and wearing a black Adidas tracksuit and his favorite brown UGG slippers with a hole in the toe. "Worn and old, just like Viv," he'd say when Frankie made fun of them, and then his wife would swat him on the arm. But Frankie knew he was just joking, because Viveka was the type of woman you wished was in a magazine just so you could stare at her violet-colored eyes and shiny black hair without being called a stalker or a freak.
This isn't going to be pretty. Rules will be broken. Friendships will be tested. And huge risks will be taken. But they're small prices to pay for true love and freedom, right?
What was it about high school that made people think with their insecurities instead of their brains?
After each dream, Frankie woke with a start, soaked in tears. But she found no relief in the peaceful silence of her room, because there everything was real. And the guilt was too immense to bear. Each time she opened her eyes, she'd quickly shut them. And wish that she had woken up for the very last time.
Massie's frindship is something that has to be earned. Not because she's beautiful or popular but because she's loyal.
One question:do you want to hang ten or BE a ten?"-Massie Block
I completely remember the horror I felt when my pits started getting hairy. I would walk with my arms pressed against my sides.
I don't like the vampire books. I don't like any of those.
I like writing about the issues we all bump up against as we get older, but I try to present them in a fun way.
Don't ever tell anyone where you bought something. If you get a complement say, "Thank you. I got it in Europe.
Wearing nothing but sweats and a sheer coat of lip gloss, she wiggle through her frosted window and jumped six feet to freedom, feeling more charged than a Visa card at Christmas time.
It was an image Melody would never forget. Or was it the emotions the image conjured - hope, excitement, and fear of the unknown, all three tightly braided together, creating a fourth emotion that was impossible to define. She was getting a second chance at happiness and it tickled like swallowing fifty fuzzy caterpillars.
Something about Bekka and Haylee reminded her of Candace's line between ingenious and insane. Ingenuity inspired their dreams, and insanity gave them the courage to pursue them. It was something Melody wanted for herself.
Because whipping an atlas at Jackson's head while he was flirt-touching that Frankie girl in geography would have been very satisfying. And beating him with the Eiffel Tower snowglobe while he kissed Cleo in French would have been tres cathartic. But she hadn't. Instead she'd been egg-like: a hard shell on the outside, and a runny mess on the inside.
Watching a make-out while wrapped in a blanket with a guy she wanted to make out with made her feel exposed. Obvious. Transparent. Like her thoughts were flashing before his eyes. Finally Brett managed to pull away without consent of Bekka's lips. The confusion created a sloppy bite-a-juicy-peach sound. Everyone cringed.
The confusing lesson whipped Frankie's anger into something she had never felt before. It was like an emotional meringue - the airy feeling of loneliness topped with the hard crisp of injustice. Yet its taste was far from sweet.
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