Yeah, I know you. I made you up. This is my dream. You're a mixture of Zac Efron and Johnny Depp.

If I died, would it get me out of my geometry test tomorrow? One could only hope.

He leaned back a little, not taking his arm from around me, but looking into my eyes. “You’re changing, Zoey. And I’m not sure what you’re changing into.

Becky Renee Apple - can you believe her mom named her that and then had all of her sweaters monogramed with 'BRA'?

But you don't belong here! You're dead!" I sobbed against his chest. "Zo, babe, this is the Otherworld. It's not me who doesn't belong here-it's you.

A window within the soul to see Light and Magick I send with thee Be strong, be brave, make the right choice Though Darkness shouts with a terrible voice Know that I am watching from above And that always, always, the answer is love!

I closed my eyes and rested my head against his chest, wishing sincerely that Rhiannon would get hit by a bus.