Carmen sat up when she heard a familiar trill from her computer. It was an instant message from Bee. Beezy3: Packing. Do you have my purple sock with the heart on the ankle? Carmabelle: No. Like I'd wear your socks. Carmen looked from her computer screen down to her feet. To her dismay, her socks were two faintly different shades of purple. She rotated her foot to get a view of her anklebone. Carmabelle: Ahem. Might possibly have sock.

The phone was her worst enemy and her best friend but she never knew which until she answered it.

The happiness at getting what you want is not usually commensurate with the worry leading up to it.

Please don't judge me too much until you are older and know more things. (Spoken from mother to daughter)

she never showed girly weaknesses like cellulite or crushes. she never lingered on injustices committed against her.

As the three of them walked home from the trees, nobody needed to say it, but Ama knew. They had questioned their friendship. They had searched and wondered, looking for a sign. And all along they'd had their trees. You couldn't wear them. You couldn't pass them around. They offered no fashion advantage. But they had roots. They lived.

But like everything else, love changed.