Where's the fun in that?

You look disappointed to see me, Zach," Macey teased. "Don't you like my jacket?

Go to bed, Cammie,” my aunt ordered, sounding exactly like my mother. “No,” I said, sounding exactly like my aunt.

Another door swung open, and another guard appeared, this time with Gabrielle, who wore a black catsuit and rappelling harness.

Why do I feel like I can't trust you anymore?' I wanted him to lash out. I wanted him to fight, to protest, to argue- to do anything but look deeper into my eyes and say, 'because the Gallagher Academy doesn't admit fools

I also packed explosives." -Liz

Either we're a team or we aren't. Either you trust me or you don't.