My arms flew up of thier own accord knoking my bag down. I grabbed hold of the desk to keep myself from falling down.

Whereever you end up;" Jack whispered into my ear."I wish you clear skies. Always

Just as I suspected, my room does look different, post-eclipse. It looks smalled, like it can't contain me anymore. After all, I've got a whole new world to see.

I blame my dad for my sweet tooth. His motto was 'Life is short; eat dessert first.' How can I argue with that?

I'm going to tell you a secret. Our lives are shaped by the future, not by the past. Once you decide how you want your life to be, all you need to do is live into that future.

Life is short...eat desert first!

You never know, life is short but it’s wide