What did you do to Amma?" "I was late to school." He studied my face. I studied his. "Number 2?" I nodded. "Sharp?" "Started out sharp and then she sharpened it.

Books?" Ridley looked disgusted. "Carry?

the missing piece my breath my heart my memory me the other half the missing half

I never loved you any more than I do, right this second. And I'll never love you any less than I do, right this second.

I saw his face change. His eyes widen. He lunged at me. I wouldn't let go. We stared into eachother's eyes and clawed at eachother's throats. As we rolled over the edge of the water tower and fell the whole way down, I was only thinking one thing ...Lena

There were two kinds of people in our town. The stupid, and the stuck.

Sunday night, I reread The Catcher in the Rye until I felt tired enough to fall asleep. Only I never got tired enough. And I couldn't read, because reading didn't feel the same.