She knows that feeling too. Of believing that each time someone says her name, it’s to tell her that something bad has happened.

What were you doing with her?" I ask quietly. "Apart from questioning her about your whereabouts, I was listening to the most intriguing story about my life moonlighting as a kidnapper.

What kind of freak is this kid who's giggling hysterically with the girls in the neighbouring beds, each with a crush on the other for being the same age when the rest of the world seems so old?

You can't go around feeling too much.

I think that we vote, not to get the best party in, but to keep the worst party out.

Because being so dependent on people scares me.

Sometimes I feel like a junkie. One minute something happens in my life and I'm flying. Next minute I take a nose-dive and just as I'm about to hit the ground with full force something else will have me flying again.