You should have seen your face," she said, her breath hot in my ear. "Sa-woooon.

Sometimes you dont even want to think aout what people are doing with their groceries.

And that was as far as he got before i heard it. The thumping of footsteps, running up the lawn toward me: It seemed like I could hear it through the grass, like leaning your ear to a railroad track and feeling the train coming, miles away. As the noise got closer I could hear ragged breaths, and then a voice. It was my mother.

It doesn't matter, anyway, why you like me. Just that you do.

I always have a goal, even if I keep it to myself. It allows me to keep pushing myself.

If things don't work out the way you want, hold your head up high and be proud. And try again. And again. And again!

Sometimes, we just have to be happy with what people can offer us. Even if it's not what we want, at least it's something.