Melanie still grieves for Jared," she stated. I felt my head nod without willing the action. "You grieve for him." I closed my eyes. "The dreams continue?" "Every night," I mumbled. "Tell me about then." Her voice was soft, persuasive. "I don't like to talk about them." "I know. Try. It might help." "How? How will it help to tell you that I see his face every time I close my eyes? That I wake up and cry when he's not there? That the memories are so strong I can't separate hers from mine anymore?

Lie to me. she whispered. I love you. he said.

Don't let anyone tell you that high school is supposed to be fun. High school is to be endured. College is fun.

Here in the trees it was much easier to believe the absurdities that embarrassed me indoors. Nothing had changed in this forest for thousands of years, and all the myths and legends of a hundred different lands seemed much more likely in this green haze than they had in my clear-cut bedroom. Bella Swan Stephenie Meyer

I love you," I said in a low, intense voice. "I will always love you, no matter what happens now.

Out of all the things about me that could frighten you, you worry about my driving.

Super-secret Ninja Club sounds way cooler than the whole BFF thing.