Its more fun to think of the future than dwell on the past.

I don't know what to do,' she finished. 'I feel like I'm the one who has to keep everyone together.

Last but not least, she put on a pair of black-framed reading glasses she’d found on Mr. Mercer’s bedside table. If it worked for Clark Kent, it’d work for her.

How could any of us truly appreciate our lives if we had nothing else to compare them to?

Ezra clapped his hands. "all right," he said. "In addition to the books we're reading as a class, I want to do an extra side project on unreliable narrators." Devon Arliss raised her hand. "what does that mean?" Ezra strode around the room. "well, the narrator tells us the story in the book, right? But what if... the narrator isn't telling us the truth? Maybe he's telling us his skewed version of the story to get you on his side. Or to scare you. Or maybe he's crazy!

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

I'm still here, bitches. And I know everything." -A