To keep up appearances, I stomp my room and slam the door.

If I ever form a clan, we'll be the anti-cheerleaders and walk under the bleacher forming mild acts of mayhem.

I can see us, living in the woods, her wearing that A, me with a S maybe, S for silent, S for stupid, for scared. S for silly. For shame.

When life sucks, read. They can't yell at you for that. And if they do, then you can ignore them.

I keep thinking that if I could just unzip my skin, step out of this body, then I would see who I really am.“ She nods her head slowly. „What do you think you‘d look like?” “Smaller, for a start.

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

It doesn't hurt. Nothing hurts except the small smiles and blushes that flash across the room like tiny sparrows.