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.

What was it about high school that made people think with their insecurities instead of their brains?

You must be poor. why? cuz ur not making any cents!

It was an image Melody would never forget. Or was it the emotions the image conjured - hope, excitement, and fear of the unknown, all three tightly braided together, creating a fourth emotion that was impossible to define. She was getting a second chance at happiness and it tickled like swallowing fifty fuzzy caterpillars.

Those fruity drinks better have a lot of caffeine in them or I'll never make it through World Issues.

Is my name dorothy? No Then why do u think munchkins could help me?

And when things start to go wrong, a good boss doesn't just fire everybody and start over.