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.

Are you a peice of Saran Wrap? No Well then why are you acting so clingy?

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

Why limit yourself to just one best friend?

Truth is beauty

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

I completely remember the horror I felt when my pits started getting hairy. I would walk with my arms pressed against my sides.