the juniors were acting different because they are now the seniors. They even had T-shirts made. I don't know who plans these things.

I remembered this one time that I never told anybody about. The time we were walking. Just the three of us. I was in the middle. I don't remember where we were walking to or where we were walking from. I just remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere

To kill a mockingbird. If you haven't read it, I think you should because it is very interesting.

Not everyone has a sob story, Charlie, and even if they do, it's no excuse.

The outside lights were on, and it was snowing, and it looked like magic. Like we were somewhere else. Like we were someplace better.

So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them.

I walk around the school hallways and look at the people. I look at the teachers and wonder why they're here. If they like their jobs. Or us. And I wonder how smart they were when they were fifteen. Not in a mean way. In a curious way. It's like looking at all the students and wondering who's had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report due on top of that. Or wondering who did the heart breaking. And wondering why.