Francine Pascal

Elizabeth scowled, feeling like a nobody, a nothing. She felt like her entire self had been made worthless. She could change her interests, but she couldn__ change her looks. She__ never be six feet tall. She__ never look like a supermodel.

He slowed down a bit more. "Gaia, how do you know these things?" She shrugged. "I'm smart." "And modest, too." "Modesty is a waste of time," she pronounced. "I'll keep that in mind.

It's so trendy, almost bleeding to death. All the cool girls are doing it.

I get some of my ideas from watching my three daughters, but most of them come from my own memories of growing up. I can remember how romantic I was, not just about love, but romance in the classic sense - the romantic ideals: of honor and truth, of loyalty, sacrifice and fairness. Those were the elements that made a story satisfying to me.

Ever since her obsession with Jonathan Cain, a deranged transfer student who had been at Sweet Valley for a month, Enid__ life had been entirely guyless.

As pathetic as it was, she'd rather hold on to the possibility of something perfect than be hit with the reality of nothing much.

Elizabeth walked past just as Mrs. Ferguson, pulling down her wide-brimmed hat, announced that teenagers today were the most inconsiderate creatures she had ever seen. 'I'm afraid I have to agree with you,' Elizabeth had heard her twin say mournfully, clearly distinguishing herself from the inconsiderate teenagers milling all around them.

Elizabeth had amnesia and her defenses were down. Bruce had tried to take advantage of her _ what guy wouldn__? Unfortunately, she got her memory back just in time, ran right out of his house, and wrecked his plans for the evening.

Jessica walked away from Aaron and Ken, flashing them both a big smile. They were both very attractive _ she had dated each of them a number of times. In fact, not too long ago she had contemplated falling in love with Ken for lack of anything better to do.

Look, girls. It is important to all of us that we win this game, right? Well, when it comes to athletics, boys are simply better suited than girls. It__ a fact of nature that no one can change. I__ sorry, but maybe you can play next time when it__ less crucial.

Lila walked by with her nose in the air. In a straight line behind her, six obedient kindergartners waddled like baby geese, singing in unison, 'Row, row, row your yacht...

When I first heard the word existential, I didn't know what it meant. But then I found out that no one knows what it means, so now I use it all the time.

I just can__ wait to get out of Sweet Valley,' Jessica explained. 'I feel like I__e been dancing with the same ten cute guys my whole life.

How inappropriate,_ Lila said coldly. __ho__ ever dream of showing up at a dance in a wheelchair? What does she think she__ going to do all night?

I am seventeen. The good things about seventeen is that you__e not sixteen. Sixteen goes with the word sweet, and I am so far from sweet.

He smiled all the way to physics class. He almost laughed out loud when he passed through the door and saw her shadowy, hunched-over form casting around for a seat in the back.She was in his class; this was excellent. Maybe she__ call him a name if he struck up another conversation. Even curse him out. That might fun. God, he__ probably earn himself a restraining order if he tried to sit next to her.He was so tired of saccharine smiles and cloying tones of voice. People always plastered their eyes to his face for fear of looking anywhere else. He was fed up with everybody being so goddamned nice.That__ why he__ already fallen in love with this weird, maladjusted, beautiful girl who carried a chip the size of Ohio on her shoulder. Because nobody was ever mean to the guy in the wheelchair.

I think I__ going to cut down on my dating,_ Annie said. __ used to need a lot of attention. You know, to make up for that empty feeling inside. But boys aren__ always the answer.

In Bruce__ opinion, the only fun in dating was the sport of it. The more it was like a tennis match, where he had to wear down his opponent through expertise and sheer force of will, the better he liked it.