Tears were frozen to the book theif's face.
At first, all is black and white. Black on white. That's where I'm walking, through pages. These pages. Sometimes it gets so that I have one foot in the pages and the words, and the other in what they speak of.
Clearly," said Arthur,"you're an idiot- but you're our kind of idiot. Come on.
The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.
Outside is dark. The kitchen light is loud. It deafens me as I walk towards it.
They'd been standing like that for thirty seconds of forever.