She perched on her windowsill, gazing at the lurid sun soaking into the Caldera, trying to appreciate it even though she couldn’t have it. Why did she always feel she had to do something in the face of beauty?
Ann BrasharesIt wasn't just that Lucy wanted to help him. She wasn't as selfless as that. She was madly attracted to him. She was attracted to all of the normal things and the weird things, too, like the back of his neck and his thumbs on the edge of his desk and the way his hair stuck out on one side like a little wing over his ear. She caught his smell once, and it made her dizzy. She couldn't fall asleep that night.
Ann BrasharesShe wondered if maybe tragedy was what it took to make your heart capable of admitting a new member.
Ann BrasharesShy” was the sympathetic interpretation she got from older people. “Snotty” was the interpretation she got from people her own age.
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