The whole summer lay ahead of us-time to rest, time to wait. And when the future comes-no matter what comes with it-I'll be smarter. I'll be stronger. I'll be ready.

So you just...left?' Zach huffed. 'All the cool kids are doing it.

Townsend shrugged. 'With all due respect to the good doctor, I highly suspect he's a moron.

Don't believe everything you read. It's very difficult to be accepting of our own bodies. This topic deserves it's own book, but since I'm not qualified to write it, I won't. Instead I'll just say this: The pictures staring out at you from the supermarket checkout stands, the images we are all supposed to aspire to? They lie

Tell me or I'll yell for Mr. and Mrs. Baxter, and you can find out how bex became bex

I think it's kinda nice.' And I did. my mom isn't famous for her pies. No, she's famous for defusing a nuclear device in Brussels with only a pair of cuticle scissors and a ponytail holder. Somehow, at the moment, pies seemed cooler.

the only way Bex would miss this would be if she were unconscious. And tied up. And in a concrete bunker. In Siberia.