You should be careful, tossing descriptors like that around in a situation like this. My ‘problem’ isn’t little. Unless you’re drawing some pretty wild comparisons. Please tell me you’re not drawing wild comparisons. Or blood-relative comparisons.

Kaylee do you know why you are here?" "Yeah. Because the doors are locked.

She watched me with a creepy sort of detached curiosity, as if I were a bug crawling across the sidewalk in front of her. I wondered briefly if she was the ant stomper type.

It was an addiction. A pointless, self-destructive addiction. But really, is there any other kind?

Dad, I can count the number of normal school days I've had this year on one hand.

There’s an us?” “As far as I’m concerned…” He leaned forward, his mouth inches from mine, and my pulse spiked. “There’s nothing but us.

Forever used to feel like a curse. Now it feels like a promise.