But it was okay not to fit in everywhere, as long as you did somewhere.

Rogerson," I asked him sweetly as we sat watching a video in the pool house, "where would I find the pelagic zone?" "In the open sea," he said. "Now shut up and eat your Junior Mints.

I've always written in first person. It gives the readers more insight.

I thought of all the times we'd been together, how I kept coming closer, then retreating, while he stayed right where he was. A constant in a world where few, if any, really existed.

It was just one of those things," I said, "You know, that just happen. You don't think or plan. You just do it.

Like so many before them, they didn't care that my dad was only the messenger. They still wanted to shoot him.

I walked over, my eyes scanning Luna Blu, my house, and Dave's. But it was the building behind them, that empty hotel, that had the tiniest light, provided by one word, written in fluorescent paint. Maybe it wasn't what was once there, in real life. But in this one, it said it all: STAY.