young-adult-fiction

When our eyes made contact it was like being slapped, I just wanted to recoil

Robin Hood or my Robyn Hood - a legendary character known throughout the world. Why? Essentially the character is on the side of the poor, the oppressed, those who live in a society with very limited recourse to justice. Hence the attraction of an heroic figure who identifies with the poor and the needy and has the courage and ability to solve the problems. Often at the point of an arrow or sword? Why not. That gives the hero character an adventurous dimension to their actions.

Because what was the point in crying when there was no one there to comfort you? And what was worse, when you couldn't even comfort yourself?

I knew that she couldn__ hear me if she was there. But the sound was enough to grab me, to hold me to hope, and with desperation that I__ never known before I knew that I must find my way back to her.

Sometimes you need to loose in order to win.

Something else you should really know about me. When I get nervous, my fingers shake. I__e noticed this a lot recently. When mother and father argue and their voices are falling around the small family apartment, when their voices are banging against my bedroom door, I can feel my fingers start to move. I tell my fingers to stop and, sometimes, they do. But if I look at my hands closely, once I__e told them to stop, and I try to focus on keeping them as still as possible, I notice that they are still moving.

Jennifer now understood the meaning of the cadence: the black and white drawing, the watercolor painting,and the notes. The cadence had at last developed into a concerto for violin, the instrument of gypsies, with a prevailing rhapsodic "leitmotif". The final movement had revealed itself when they were at the gypsy camp. And now it was complete.

Iâ__ve lived for nothing and might soon die for less. My Life, Part One will be cancelled midway through the first season

I know some words floated through my ears, but my mind refused to absorb their meaning. I just shook my head slowly as the wall of pain washed over me, leaving me submerged and broken in the flood.

For a moment, I__ captivated. He__ seducing me with his eyes. A nervous flutter swims through my stomach. I can feel my heartbeat in my throat. Pounding. Constricting. I swallow hard.

Most people ignore what's right before their eyes. They believe they see, but oftentimes only view what they want.

Hurry up, he'll be coming back pretty soon!"Lynda spelled with a "y" Corgill, who was two years behind Dara, Mackenzie, and Jennifer, and had just completed her sophomore year, squeezed the hot glue gun into the door lock of the headmaster's office. Shelby Andrews, her accomplice and the newest resident to be accepted at Wood Rose, stood watch."I see the lights of the truck. Hurry! He's coming back! Are you finished?"Lynda gave the metal apparatus one last squeeze, filling the lock with the quick-drying cement glue guaranteed to harden on contact. "Finished."In the soft illumination of the crescent moon high overhead, the two girls, barefooted and wearing dark blue pajamas, ran across the lawn crisscrossed by dark, elongated shadows and dampened by night-cooled air to the maintenance shed where they placed the glue gun on the top shelf where it was normally kept. With their task completed, they quickly returned to the dormitory, to the far end from where Ms. Larkins slept, and crawled through the open window. Within minutes they were back in their rooms, in their individual beds, and sound asleep. The sleep of innocent angels.It would soon be light; and Wood Rose Orphanage and Academy for Young Women would start another day.

I don__ know if it was just me making things up in my head but after the fear in their eyes had gone what replaced it was like a sad kind of wondering. A wondering of where the old me was hiding. A wondering about where the old me had gone to. It was like I had suddenly been taken over by someone else and they could see the old me had fallen away for good.

It was your personality that consumed me. You became my favorite. My favorite of them all_

Adam mused, __ncorruptus. I never thought anyone would use that word to describe Lynch._ Ronan looked as pleased as a pit viper ever could.

How is it possible, I think, to change so much and not be able to change anything at all?

Yes I am dark, but my eyes are full of stars.

You make obstacle courses and hurricanes, I make T-shirt slogans.