If the next car passed is blue, Violet will be okay, she thought. If it's red, A will do something horrible to her. She heard a growl of an engine and shut her eyes, afraid to see what the future might hold. She'd never cared so much about anything in her life. Just as the car was passing, she opened her eyes and saw a Mercedes hood ornament. She let out a long sigh, tears coming to her eyes once more. The car was blue.

,the rest of the girls pretended not to notice. That's just what best friends do.

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.

For me, writing for younger audiences and writing for adults uses two different halves of my brain.

It's nice to dig deeper into people who may look one way but always have a story to tell. I obviously write about that a lot.

Catch me if you can -A

If a little voice in your head is telling you something is up, maybe you should listen.