I love and hate this place because it is full of words.
An eleven-year-old girl is many things, but she is not stupid.
I walked home, seeing all my doubt from the other side. Have you ever seen that? Like when you go on holiday. On the way back, everything is the same but it looks a little different than it did on the way. It's because you're seeing it backwards.
Clearly," said Arthur,"you're an idiot- but you're our kind of idiot. Come on.
Stealing it, in a sick kind of sense, was like earning it.
It's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this.