Sometimes. It was a good escape. Until, you know, it wasn‟t.

Why does she have wings?' So she can fly.

Maybe it was true, and being a girl could be about interest rates and skinny jeans, riding bikes and wearing pink. Not about any one thing, but everything.

Hey, and for what it's worth? Friends don't leave you alone in the woods. Friends are the ones who come and take you out.

Hey, think fast!' I just looked at Fave as he chucked the basketball at me with possibly the worst overhand throw I'd ever seen. It landed to my far right, then bounced past me, banging against my dad's truck. 'Do you have a vision problem of something?' I asked him. 'Just keeping you on your toes,' he replied

but you could also look at it the other way. Like you’re saying no matter how bad things are for you, I can still relate.

It's always been hard to call myself a writer. I think a part of me still thinks it's too good to be true.