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.

Mine. The language of love is like that, possessive. That should be the first warning that it's not going to encourage anyone's betterment.

A second book that makes you rethink the first book is the Holy Grail of a series.

More and more I feel like the boy who cut off his nose to spite his face.

It’s hard to look at Barron now, but I do. He’s smirking. His black hair and black suit make him into a shadow, as if I conjured some dark mirror of myself.

I hate that everyone calls it growing up, but it seems like DYING.

He looks like the good boy he's never been.