One by one, drops fell from her eyes like they were on an assembly line - gather, fall, slide...gather, fall, slide...each one commemorating something she had lost. Hope. Faith. Confidence. Pride. Security. Trust. Independence. Joy. Beauty. Freedom. Innocence.
Inspiration is all around us. Don't let the brain limit the mind .
The Clique: The only thing harder then getting in is staying in.
This is our big chance to see what people think of us. The real us. We have to show em there's nothing to be afraid of. If we don't get over our fears, they never will.
She didn't mind a little rain. At least no one would see her cry.
A burrito is a delicious food item that breaks down all social barriers and leads to temporary spiritual enlightenment.
My goal is to teach readers how to treat and respect themselves and each other in an entertaining way. I do that in all of my books.
A good boss asks what part she could have played in the problem. And then she asks herself what she can do better next time.
Claire, did I invite you to my BBQ?" "No." "Then why are you up in my grill?
If at first you don't succeed, You're not an Alpha
Truth is beauty
It's never too late to fix things with people you love, Massie. Kendra said. That's true. William agreed.
Loser loser, double loser, whatever, as if, get the picture. DUH!
Wearing nothing but sweats and a sheer coat of lip gloss, she wiggle through her frosted window and jumped six feet to freedom, feeling more charged than a Visa card at Christmas time.
Uh, I thought DVDs werne't allowed at my sleepovers. They're not. Then why am i watching the Lady and the Tramp?
I was a terrible athlete and a pretty bad student. I couldn't focus. My imagination was always racing.
Viktor was swinging a leather duffle and wearing a black Adidas tracksuit and his favorite brown UGG slippers with a hole in the toe. "Worn and old, just like Viv," he'd say when Frankie made fun of them, and then his wife would swat him on the arm. But Frankie knew he was just joking, because Viveka was the type of woman you wished was in a magazine just so you could stare at her violet-colored eyes and shiny black hair without being called a stalker or a freak.
It was an image Melody would never forget. Or was it the emotions the image conjured - hope, excitement, and fear of the unknown, all three tightly braided together, creating a fourth emotion that was impossible to define. She was getting a second chance at happiness and it tickled like swallowing fifty fuzzy caterpillars.
Something about Bekka and Haylee reminded her of Candace's line between ingenious and insane. Ingenuity inspired their dreams, and insanity gave them the courage to pursue them. It was something Melody wanted for herself.
I like writing about the issues we all bump up against as we get older, but I try to present them in a fun way.
Because whipping an atlas at Jackson's head while he was flirt-touching that Frankie girl in geography would have been very satisfying. And beating him with the Eiffel Tower snowglobe while he kissed Cleo in French would have been tres cathartic. But she hadn't. Instead she'd been egg-like: a hard shell on the outside, and a runny mess on the inside.
I don't like the vampire books. I don't like any of those.
I completely remember the horror I felt when my pits started getting hairy. I would walk with my arms pressed against my sides.
Watching a make-out while wrapped in a blanket with a guy she wanted to make out with made her feel exposed. Obvious. Transparent. Like her thoughts were flashing before his eyes. Finally Brett managed to pull away without consent of Bekka's lips. The confusion created a sloppy bite-a-juicy-peach sound. Everyone cringed.
The confusing lesson whipped Frankie's anger into something she had never felt before. It was like an emotional meringue - the airy feeling of loneliness topped with the hard crisp of injustice. Yet its taste was far from sweet.
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