You have to know what you stand for, not just what you stand against.

And then a new screen, one I had never seen before, never even heard of popped up. It gave me a choice. I could become the new Lord of Darkness myself, or I could take a gamble and be reincarnated. I chose wisely.

Because I am still a little girl who believes in Santa and the tooth fairy and you.

I make it through the first two weeks of school without a nuclear meltdown.

We swore sacred oaths to be strong and to save the planet and to be friends forever.

Melancholy held me hostage, and the bees built a hive of sadness in my soul.

I see a girl caught in the remains of a holiday gone bad, with her flesh picked off day after day as the carcass dries out. The knife and fork are abviously middle-class sensibilities. The palm tree is a nice touch. A broken dream,perhaps? Plastic honeymoon, deserted island? Oh, If you put in a slice of pumpkin pie, it could be a desserted island! (Pg 64)