Friends share secrets. That's what keeps us close.

I'm sorry, okay, I'm not perfect, but I'm trying.

That was the thing about guys, though: Sometimes, they had the emotional depth of a flea.

She still felt like a punked-out, faux-leather-wearing, free-thinking Bratz doll in a sea of Pretty Princess of Preppyland Barbies.

I'm not sure that I have a favorite either on-screen or in the books! Whenever I'm writing, I'm always really excited to dive back into each character.

Catch me if you can -A

Toby twisted around. "Boo." Emily screamed.