You shоuld eat а waffle! Yоu саn't bе sad іf уоu eat а waffle!

Is he a sophomore?" Lydia says. "Please tell me he's in our grade." "I don't know," I say. "But weren't you there when he came to the office?" Peyton says. "The secretary didn't get out her bullhorn and announce what grade he's in. She just took him to meet Headmaster Perkins.

I live in my own little world. But its ok, they know me here.

It's unfair how the kids who are starving for attention tended to be so annoying that people had no inclination to give it to them.

I was just teasing," I say. "I myself don't like to eat plain butter, but hey, it's a free world.

I'm sorry," he said again, and this time he took those words and owned them.

I'm a southern girl, and I grew up with this slightly schizophrenic upbringing where I bounced back and forth between Atlanta, Georgia, and a tiny mountain town called Brevard, North Carolina. My parents were divorced, and my two lives were very different because of socioeconomic reasons.