It took about three minutes for the unassuming Waffle House to become the new offices of the law firm of Amber, Amber, Amber, and Madison. They set up camp in a clump of booths in the corner opposite from us. A few of them gave me an "oh, good, you are still alive" nod, but for the most part, they had no interest in anyone else.

There is nothing about a bad situation that fourteen hyper cheerleaders can't worsen.

Something about this boat screamed, "I am a very popular model in the world's oil-bearing regions. I cost more than your soul!

Sometimes it is worth any amount of suffering just to prevent giving your parents the opportunity to be right.

There is no normal. I've never met a normal person. The concept is flawed. It implies that there is only one way people are supposed to be, and that can't possible be true. Human experience is far too varied.

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.

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