rules exist for a reason. Rules exist because when people don't follow them, people get hurt.

If you don't want to be a victim, don't act like one." It was fairly safe to assume that that was the first time anyone had ever spoken to W. W. Hale the Fifth in that manner. Kat was also fairly certain it wouldn't be the last. "I might lose my grandmother's company." Kat gave a smile and held Hale tight. "You won't lose me.

Don't put your characters on a treadmill. They need to go new places, face new challenges and do new things.

Of course. Because at the Gallagher Academy, "precautions" usually equals "voluntary shock therapy.

How are we doing, Simon?" she whispered into the small microphone in her collar. "Just about..." Simon started slowly. And then he stopped. "Wow." "What?" she asked, panic in her voice. "Nothing," he said too quickly. "What?" she asked again. "Well...it's just that...your boobs look even bigger on TV." Kat took that opportunity to turn and glare at the nearest security camera. In his bathroom stall thirty feet away, Simon nearly fell off the toilet.

I'm fine I said for the 2,467th time this semester. (I know. I was keeping count)

He's a boy, Kat. I hate to break it to you, but we are fundamentally different.