She wants to believe my excuses so bad. Every time I lie, she wants to believe me so much.

And after I dropped him off, I took the longest possible route home... I explored alleys and hidden roads I never knew existed. I discovered neighborhoods entirely new to me. And finally... I discovered I was sick of this town and everything in it.

The longer you wait, and this is true, the slower the hands will move.

It's nothing. A school project. My go-to answer for anything. Staying out late? School project. Need extra money? School project.

Will I ever get control of my life? Will I always be shoved back and pushed around by those I trust?

Watching those guys pummel each other so no one would suspect them of being weak was too much for me. Their reputations were more important than their faces.

That is all that happened. Why did you hear something else?