Sharpie? A mischievous smile spread across her face. I thought you said you couldn't control your powers. Beginner's luck.

When she slept, she looked peaceful, beautiful. Not Lena's kind of beautiful, something different. She looked content - like a sunny day, a cold glass of milk, an unopened book before you cracked the binding.

I watched the way they looked at each other. Any idiot could see they were in love, even if they were the only two idiots who couldn't.

I sat up in bed. My T-shirt was soaking wet. My pillow was wet. My hair was wet. And my room was sticky and humid.

It was all so clear now. Like everything had been lost in darkness, and then the sun came out. Some moments are like that.

In history, she wasn't there while we reenacted the Lincoln-Douglas Debate, and Mr. Lee tried to make me argue the Pro-Slavery side, most likely as punishment for some future liberally minded paper I was bound to write.

Summer School: Never stop learnin' if you want to stop earnin'. I'm reasonably sure there G's in learning and earning.