I've spent so much time avoiding arguments and smoothing relationships with the people around me, this confrontation is painful.

I want a one hundred percent guarantee that they’ll all be fine.” I tell Mrs. Garcia. She pats my knee. “Unfortunately, there are no guarantees in life.

Trust me, he whispers against my lips. Maggie, you're my paradise.

Sometimes I think Ben is right, that the fantasy world is better because reality sucks...but then I look at Nikki and I believe that we can beat the odds.

what could i do to make the one i loved love me back ?

Luis is right there.” I point to the corner of the yard, where my little brother is the centre of attention doing imitations of barnyard animals. I have yet to inform him that talent isn’t as much of a chick magnet when you get into junior high.

Outward appearances mean everything.