For two hours I'd felt myself stretching tighter and tighter, like a rubber band pulled to the point of snapping. And now, I could feel the smaller, weaker part of myself beginning to fray, tiny bits giving way before the big break.

In the summer, the days were long, stretching into each other. Out of school, everything was on pause and yet happening at the same time, this collection of weeks when anything was possible.

Because you have to just go with the flow. Your life is not your own, with people coming in and out all the time. You get mellow because you have to.

People get mad Annabel. Its not the end of the world.

Remy: Did you really believe, that first day, that we were meant to be together? Dexter: You're here, aren't you?

Anyone can hide. Facing up to things, working through them, that's what makes you strong.

She stroked my hair and told me I was beautiful, but I was old enough by then to know not to believe it anymore.