I make it through the first two weeks of school without a nuclear meltdown.
I knew how much it hurt to be the daughter of people who can't see you, not even if you are standing in front of them stomping your feet.
Each reader has to find her or his own message within a book.
Because I am still a little girl who believes in Santa and the tooth fairy and you.
I want to go to sleep and not wake up, but I don’t want to die.
I don’t know what I’m doing in the next five minutes and she has the next ten years figured out. I’ll worry about making it out of ninth grade alive. Then I’ll think about a career path.