The locker at the end of her bed had no lock, and one of the hinges was busted. She opened it up. There was a thing in it. The thing might have been a sandwich at some point, or an animal, or a human hand...but what it was now was fuzzy and putrid. A minute later, Ginny was down the stairs, out the door, and gone.

One person's crazy is another person's sane, I guess.

I realize Jubilee is a bit of a stripper name. You probably think I have heard the call of the pole.

i miss you so much it's giving me a pain in my pancreas.

We study there a lot because... what other choice does society give us, right? It's Starbucks or death, sometimes.

Before I take you into the beating heart of the story, let’s get one thing out of the way. I know from experience that when it comes up later, it will distract you so much that you won’t be able to concentrate on anything else I will tell you. My name is Jubilee Dougal. Take a moment and let it sink in.

Something about her suggested that her leisure activities included wrestling large woodland animals and banging bricks together.