Because it may seem like a small role now, but it matters. In the end, everything matters.

There are also the people too bizarre to ignore, like Kyle Simpson. Future male stripper.

I could picture life—school and everything else—continuing on without me. But I could not picture my funeral. Not at all. Mostly because I couldn’t imagine who would attend or what they would say.

Two steps behind her, I say her name. "Skye.

When the right moment appears, the key is to not let it pass.

It's hard to be disappointed when what you expected turns out to be true.

Don't give up on me now. I'm sorry. I guess that's an odd thing to say. Because isn't that what I'm doing? Giving up?