I wipe away my tears and nod, because the pain in my leg is nothing compare to the one in my heart.

I operate under the assumption that people don't notice the good in me. That's just how things always seem to play out. I get blamed, while con-artist kids like Venus, and Camille, and Gemma get believed. But the rescue lady noticed. In the background, just observing, she noticed.

Sometimes the things we really want are right in front of us. We just don't see them.

Turn down a chance to feel magic for fear of a little dirt?

Bryce," she whispers. "What's wrong." I can barely breathe as I ask her, "Do you like him?" "Do I... you mean Jon?" "Yes!" "Well, sure. He's nice and -" "No, do you like him?" My heart was pounding through my chest as I took her other hand and waited. "Well, no. I mean, not like that...." No! She said no! I didn't care where I was, I didn't care who saw. I wanted, just had to kiss her. I leaned in, closed my eyes, and then...

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

It was beyond embarrassing or humiliating or even mortifying. It was ego-slaying!