I’m the girl who trips on the dance floor and can’t find her way to the exit. All eyes on me.

I handed my tools. The two of them reached down to help me out of the crater I'd dug. ''Isn't that a little deep?'' Yoda asked. ''It'll help the roots get established,'' I explained. ''Established where? China?

No, I am never setting foot in this house again it scares me and makes me sad and I wish you could be a mom whose eyes worked but I don't think you can.

Apologies mean nothing if you don't mean it.

Oppressive bastards, think they own the place. I told them that karma's going to kick their asses.

I just thought of a great theory that explains everything. When I went to that party, I was abducted by aliens. They have created a fake Earth and fake high school to study me and my reactions. This certainly explains cafeteria food.

School libraries are the foundations of our culture – not luxuries.