[Jules] slides into a seat beside me with her hot lunch tray, sighing. “Four hours, thirty-six minutes, and twelve seconds till we’re out of purgatory for the weekend.” “Maybe later,” I murmur, still distracted by the day’s previous events. “So, let me show you how a conversation works. I say something, and then you say something back that actually relates to what I was talking about, as if you were even the least bit interested.” “Huh?” I say.

people think they know what they're getting, and they're always wrong.

In the end, though, I did not kill my sister. She did it all on her own. Or at least this is what I tell myself.

Love makes life a little brighter

Just so you know: if this ever happens to you, you will not be ready.

I wondered why the head could move so swiftly while the heart dragged its feet.

I sometimes wonder if it is just me, or if there are other women who figure out where they are supposed to be by going nowhere.