I didn't realize then what a privilege that was: to be bored with your best friend; to have time to waste.
Lauren OliverIt was a bird. A bird struggling through stickiness: a bird coated in paint, floundering in its nest, splashing color everywhere. Red. Red. Red. Dozens of them: black feathers coated thickly with crimson-colored paint, fluttering among the branches. Red means run.
Lauren OliverI didnโt know it would be like this,โ he says in a whisper. And then: โIโm scared.
Lauren Oliver