na

It's hard. Being 15, 16, 17. You get so angry. You want to do something with that anger. I guess try to find some other way to let it out. Don't kill people. Don't kill yourself. Let yourself grow up a little. Then you might start to think differently about things. You might get new opportunities to do something with your life that you never thought possible as a teenager." -- Thomas Harvey from the upcoming novel, "Nikki White: Polar Extremes" (Nikki, #3)

When the time comes, don__ be afraid to open the door, just make sure you choose the right one.

Everything changes, and there__ no denying that. But change isn__ always bad, as long as you hold onto who you truly are, and hold onto each other.

Love when you can, and fight when you must, but stand together and never give up, not to the enemy, and not on each other.

May your song guide you home.

Friendship is the best kind of ship.

Missing this interview? It's not the end of the world. It is the beginning.

Who says you__l get hurt again?__ pouted. __ave you met you?_ __ight.

He took my hand and held it against his chest, "Feel that? It beats for you.

What if I wrenched the steering wheel hard to the right and we went crashing into those mist-shrouded trees? Hell, Jane__ hunkload of men would probably appear from nowhere to rescue us, throwing themselves in front of the car to protect my beautiful friend.

When you love someone it feels like their blood runs through your veins, their breath fills your lungs, their heart makes yours beat, and without them everything stops.___uck. That sounds tragic.__ell me about it. __t is._ I bend to kiss him again, this time on the forehead. __ut it__ worth it.

There was no 'I' in team, but there was meat in team. And we were all dead meat.

We__e not together anymore. Don__ forget it.There is a pause before he responds. Hard to forget that. The gaping hole in my chest that was left when u ripped my heart out kind of reminds me every time I breathe.

We're a symphony--our limbs and lips and skin making up the instruments, working together to create a beautiful piece of music.

She can be a nightmare, but this still feels better than any dream.

You turn me on._ He cups my face, brushing my hair away from my eyes and a tear off my cheek.___od, you turn me on. You're driving me crazy. I want you to need my hands on you. Do you?

He's a reminder of what I want to feel everyday, whether it's with him or on my own. He's taught me that who I am when I'm with him feels too good to sacrifice for the approval of everyone else. The way I dress, the guys I talk to, the games I play... it's all plastic, and when I'm with him, I'm gold.

I'm going to hell. I'm pretty sure she'd going to drag me there herself.