I wish I had cancer. I will burn in hell for that, but it's true.

I watch some kids ask the cafeteria ladies to sign their books. What do they write: "Hope your chicken patties never bleed?" Or, maybe, "May your Jell-O always wiggle?

We turned us into wintergirls, and when she tried to leave, I pulled her back into the snow because I was afraid to be alone.

I understood what triggered her earthquakes, most of them.

be aggressive, BE-BE Aggressive! B-E A-G-G-R-E-S-S-I-V-E

You hurt her by starving yourself, you hurt her with your lies, and by fighting everybody who tries to help you. Emma can only sleep a couple of hours a night now. She's haunted by nightmares of monsters that eat our whole family. They eat us slowly, she says, so we can feel their sharp teeth.

They mean hot like 'I'm too good for you I got my own money don't be frontin' me.' You're more like 'Be my boyfriend I'll make you cookies come meet my dad ' know what I mean