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.

You punched him by accident.

I am the middle sister. The one in between. Not oldest, not youngest, not boldest, not nicest. I am the shade of gray, the glass half empty or full, depending on your view. In my life, there has been little that I have done first or better than the one preceding or following me. Of all of us, though, I am the only one who has been broken.

Now, see," Wes said, nodding at my plate, "this is going to blow your mind." I looked at him. "It's a waffle, not the second coming.

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

That's the thing about someone who rarely gets upset: when they do, you notice.

The first boy was always the hardest.