You want me to be a man,older than you, who goes by the name of Roullard.

But in my heart I knew that just like the new grass, I wasn't strong enough yet to be walked on

To by held above the earth and be brushed by the wind," she said,"it's like your heart has been kissed by beauty.

I'd scale that monster sycamore if I could. Right to the top. And I'd yell her name across the rooftops for the whole world to hear. -Bryce

Maybe my mother's right. Maybe there is more to Bryce Loski than I know. Maybe it's time to meet him in the proper light.

All of a sudden I didn't fit in anywhere. Not at school, not at home...and every time I turned around, another person I'd known forever felt like a stranger to me. Even I felt like a stranger to me.

It’s funny to hear priests and nuns argue with each other.