Clothes “make the man” in unexpected ways.
Maybe I could start over if I changed my name?
You can see why telling my mother wasn’t a good idea.
What was I thinking?
Vacation. It wasn’t like it used to be.
I remember the first week of school, and how put off I was ever wanting to learn.
It’s dangerous falling in love for the first time.
Maybe I thought my brother could do magic—but, if he could, I could too.
I love vacations but it’s a relief when you give up and get to go home.
I lose track of stuff when I have to sit in the middle of the backseat since we left early this morning and it must be almost sunset now.
When you’re eleven maybe it would be wiser not to tell people how you feel. Especially not your mother. Who’s a big snitch.
When is a secret not a secret? When you know what it is. In a similar way, when is adulthood no big deal anymore? When you’re an adult.
How I Rose To The Occasion.
I was glad now to be in a top bunk and not near a window, not near the door,lying, silent, one knee-hugging shiver,calculating how high a werewolf could jump.
“I’ll work the spotlight. You can go first!”
War, that’s a game. But you can only play it in the summer and you can only play it after dark or, almost after dark.