Phaedra of Alonso’s death was a never-ending pain that gnawed at his insides. It made him a prisoner in his own cottage.

His father's made us paint half this town and if we stick around any longer he'll make us paint the rest of it." -Jonah Griggs

Tom always did anger well. Hid it well, but showed it even better

My old school, St Stella’s, only goes to Year Ten and most of my friends now go to Pius Senior College, but my mother wouldn’t allow it because she says the girls there leave with limited options and she didn’t bring me up to have limitations placed upon me. If you know my mother, you’ll sense there’s an irony there, based on the fact that she is the Queen of the Limitation Placers in my life.

Because photos are testimony that someone did live. A reminder of past we may have loved or hated. A piece of our lives.

We look at each other for a moment and for once I feel awkward. It's not that I'm not into humility; I've just never had to practise it.

I look around for the counter that sells my scent, but I'm so petrified that if I spray it in the air, nothing will come out. And then Mia's scent seems to fade away and everything else fades away with it and I know that all I have to do to recapture it is press the spray button again.