young-adult-fiction

My mother always said that I was born out of a bottle of vinegar instead of born from a womb and that she and my father bathed me in sugar for three days to wash it off. I try to behave, but I always go back to the vinegar.

Mr. Freeman: You are getting better at this, but it's not good enough. This looks like a tree,but it is an average, ordinary, everyday, boring tree. Breathe life into it. Make it bend - trees are flexible, so they don't snap. Scar it, give it a twisted branch - perfect trees don't exist. Nothing is perfect. Flaws are interesting. Be the tree.

This one is for our crew, but it__ also for all the weird girls and word nerds, for all the in-the-middle wickeds and queers and misfits and hell-raisers.

I used to think that's what love was: knowing someone so well he was like a part of you.

I have never been reduced to begging somebody to leave me alone, but in your case I__l make an exception.

Our trust goes beyond the darkness.

I spent the period reading the first novel assigned for English. And wow. If I hadn't realized I was in France yet, I do now. Because Like Water for Chocolate has sex in it. LOTS of sex.

Without saying anything, Dara gathered her pillow and one of the soft comforters from her bed and carried it into Carolina's room. Mackenzie and Jennifer followed her. They would sleep in her room that night, keeping the ice packs around her, adjusting the fan. One by one they fixed their make-shift beds on the floor, close to each other, and close to Carolina.

I remember when I was twenty-five,â_ he said. â__o client comes to you when youâ__re twenty-five. Itâ__s like when you are looking for a doctor. You donâ__t want the new one that just graduated. You donâ__t want the very old one, the one shaking, the one twenty years past his prime. You want the seasoned one who has done it so many times he can do it in his sleep though. Same thing with attorneys.

It had been a big mistake, introducing her to Tavi on one of his visits home. She had fallen hard and made up every conceivable excuse to turn up at our place that week. Tavi had taken it in his usual stride; he was accustomed to my friends making idiots of themselves over him and he had developed a fine knack of rebuffing them without hurting their feelings too much. __ou deserve a Prince,_ he had told her. __o here's a tip _ don't waste your time on a common man like me.

But mostly I just think I'am not the best person to demonstrate all the goodness humanity has to offer. I don't want you to be too disappointed when you realize that.

Chance dug deep into the dirt, his front end rising like a speed boat accelerating through water. I grabbed the saddle horn, surprised by his enthusiasm, but I was just as anxious to run as he was. I gave him the reins to go.

She__ a mixed-breed and not the least bit aggressive. She decided long ago she wanted to be a pet dog, not a guard dog. I think that__ another reason why that man wanted to get rid of her. I__e never understood all this fascination with aggressiveness. It__ like an epidemic. People don__ just want aggressive dogs, they want to be aggressive themselves.

I had good intentions once upon a time. Well, September.

How would you like to star in your very own commercial?""I'd rather swim in battery acid.

Girl scouts didn't teach me what to do with emotionally unstable drunk boys.

But a shift has occurred since I stepped up to take Prim__ place, and now it seems I have become someone precious. At first one, then another, then almost every member of the crowd touches the three middle fingers of their left hand to their lips and holds it out to me. It is an old and rarely used gesture of our district, occasionally seen at funerals. It means thanks, it means admiration, it means good-bye to someone you love.

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