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.

I realize something. That wasn't a finish line for me...This is my new starting line.

The room fell quiet. And as I read down the list of over one hundred and fifty eight-grade boys, I realized that to me, there had only ever been one boy.

You can't dwell on what might have been...and it's not fair to condemn him for something he hasn't done.

I had liked him for all the wrong reasons.

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

I just need some time to get over all those years of having liked him