One thing," I said, when we had broken apart and the swirling feeling in my head subsided. "Maybe...don't tell your mom too much about this. I think she has ideas." "What?" he asked, all innocence, as he put an arm around my shoulders and led me back toward his house. "Don't your parents cheer and stare when you make out with someone? Is that weird where you come from? I guess they don't get to see it much, though. From jail, I mean." "Shut it, Weintraub. If I knock you down in the snow, these kids will swarm and eat you.
Maureen JohnsonOnce again, her parents' problems had run through her life like a piece of heavy equipment, smashing everything in their way.
Maureen JohnsonPrefects. I had learned this one. Student council types, but with superpowers. They who must be obeyed.
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