The confusing lesson whipped Frankie's anger into something she had never felt before. It was like an emotional meringue - the airy feeling of loneliness topped with the hard crisp of injustice. Yet its taste was far from sweet.
I don't like the vampire books. I don't like any of those.
She didn't mind a little rain. At least no one would see her cry.
Truth is beauty
Are you nervous about no longer being a big fish in a small pond?
This is a combo between Taco and Burrito, nacho!