Dead girl walking” the boys say in the halls. “Tell us your secrets” the girls whisper, one toilet to another. "I am that girl. I am the spaces between my thighs, daylight shinning through. I am the bones they want, wired on a porcelain frame.

Some adults would rather pretend that bad things dont exist than to talk about them.

Can the plural possessive express the feelings in your heart? If you don't learn art now, you will never learn to breathe!

Death is funny, when you think about it. Everybody does it, but nobody knows how, exactly how.

Principal Principal: Where's your late pass, mister? Errant Student: I'm on my way to get one now. PP: But you can't be in the hall without a pass. ES: I know, I'm so upset. That's why I need to hurry, so I can get a pass. Principal Principal pauses with a look on his face like Daffy Duck's when Bugs is pulling a fast one. PP: Well, hurry up, then, and get that pass.

I stuff my mouth with old fabric and scream until there are no sounds left under my skin.

Gym should be illegal. It's humiliating.