There were no windows in my bedroom, so I had to sit up and read my clock to figure out how angry I should be at my visitor. Eight A.M. I hated whoever woke me up. Had they come an hour earlier, I would have also hated their families and any household pets.
She whistled when she noticed my back. I assume because of my injuries. I mean, my ass just isn't that spectacular.
Most people felt lost after high school. Sometimes I felt like I'd never really been found in the first place.
Pity. What a useless emotion when you don't act on it. Pity is supposed to trigger compassion.
Fear, left unchecked, can spread like a virus.
You know what the great thing about babies is? They are like little bundles of hope. Like the future in a basket.
So you're the guy who did the no-no cha-cha with my baby sister.
She looked away, trying not to cry. She hated crying, and in public she hated it more.
People often talk about the pain and degradation of being bullied. No one really talks about the cost. Not that money is more important than those other things, but having to pay the expenses of your own humiliation just rubbed rock salt into the wound.
Mrs. Winalski owned a candy-apple-red 1965 Mustang GT convertible, and she drove it like she could die at any minute and needed to get five things done before that happened.
He was not used to being at a loss. Usually, he was the gentleman with the plan. Every little detail cataloged and put in its place. But now he had no place, and the details were everywhere.
Wind does not discriminate it touches everyone, everything. He liked that about wind.