So with my luck, I'll never make it in time to save the boy in the forest because my hair will have snagged on a tree branch a mile back.

Have you ever been to a place you're supposed to love, but all you can think about is home?

Writers have superpowers.

The look that passes between Jeffrey and Kimber right then feels like it requires a swell of cheesy music in the background. Aw, I think. Baby brother's in love. I also find this kind of gross.

I think the birds in the area are dying laughing watching me try not to crash.

Haven't you guessed by now? I say, my heart hammering. My home is you.

So often we only do what we think is expected of us, when we are capable of so much more.