I sat with my two best friends, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that only two of us would make it out of there alive. Though I did tend to exaggerate.

I had a horrible feeling my leg was broken. If it wasn’t, it had a lot of explaining to do.

Pretending to drink coffee was similar to faking an orgasm.

If I couldn't be a good example, I'd just have to be a horrible warning.

Glitch was about as wild and unpredictable as a carrot stick.

Reyes Farrow. Because perfection is a dirty job, but someone has to do it.

I know," he said in almost bored contemplation. "My manners suck. I like to chalk it up to a dissatisfying childhood." "I'd chalk it up to that narcissistic personality disorder laces with a smidgen of schizophrenia. Your mother would be proud.