Never under estimate a pretty little liar.
We killed an innocent girl
Mike drank straight from the carton, wiped his mouth, and stared at her. "You've been acting freaky. Are you high? Can I have some if you are?
Toby twisted around. "Boo." Emily screamed.
I love books about dysfunctional families.
Without Mona, Hanna felt like a great outfit without matching accessories, a screw-driver that was all orange juice and no vodka, and an iPod without headphones. She just felt wrong.