Your life is an occasion. Rise to it.

You become the monster you fear the worst, so the monster won't overtake you.

We humans can never claim to do nothing, we breath, we pulse, we regenerate.

There are a million things one might do with a block of wood. But what do you think might happen if someone, just once, believed in it?

Mrs. Reed grabbed Kayla's wrist. "Good. You haven't gotten that damned tattoo. Whatever you do, don't let them make you get it.

It'll be okay." She didn't know if it would be okay or not. She somehow doubted it, but what else was there to say?

Turn the page, continue reading, and let the next story begin.