You okay?" Anton asks, looking at me like he's trying to figure out if I'm drunk. His plans depend on me. I look as blank as possible and hope that it freaks him out. No point in my being the only miserable one.

There’s nothing like a gunshot to make you the life of the party.

Can't get away from your own self.

A girl like that, Grandad said, perfumes herself with ozone and metal filings.

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.

Ah coffee. The sweet balm by which we shall accomplish today's tasks.

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.