You didn't," John said, stepping from the shadows as he clapped for me, "even hit your head this time.

I can't kill someone!" "You hit your brother in the head with a fire extinguisher." "But that was family! And I didn't kill him.

Why had I taken all those useless classes like bio and German when I should have been taking lipreading?

Life's not easy for unicorns, you know. We're a dying breed.

What's the point? was my attitude. We're all just going to die and then NOT be let on the boat.

When he smiled, something strange happened to my insides. It was like they turned to liquid.

My original inspiration was my mom: a few years after the death of my dad, she started dating one my teachers!