Can't get away from your own self.

Tana. In all my long life, though there were many times I prayed for it, no one has ever saved me. No one but you.

Little mouse," a voice said through the keyhole. "Don't you know the more you wriggle, the greater the cat's delight?

My head is pounding. I wish the mints were aspirin.

I survive at the edge of friends circles.

People said that video games were bad because they made you numb to death, made you register entrails splattering across a screen as a sign of success. In that moment, Val thought that the real problem with games was that the player was suppossed to try everything. If there was a cave, you went in it. If there was a mysterious stranger, you talked to him. If there was a map, you followed it. But in games, you had a hundred million billion lives and Val only had this one.

We have about three hours of homework a night, and our evening study period is only two hours, so if you want to spend the break at half-past-nine not freaking out, you have to cram. I'm not sure that the picture of the wide-eyed zombie girl biting out the brains of senior douchebag James Page is part of Sam's homework, bit if it is, his physics teacher is awesome.