teen

Well," a female voice said. "What have we here?""Here," Bethany said, responding to the woman's rhetorical question, "we have a teenager. And she's pissed.

And if anyone has trouble understanding that, well, they can kiss my ass.

What__ the biggest problem facing teenagers today? Ourselves. We__e a generation of lazy underachievers who need to learn that hard work pays off. What__ your town known for? Cow manure! Hold for laughs... Actually Irondale is the setting of Fannie Flagg__ famous novel Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Café. Why__ you enter the Junior Miss Birmingham pageant? To win... to go to State... then Nationals... maybe get the hell out of Alabama.

There is something about the fifteen-year-old mind -- a kind of skin or veil or walling off from feelings not your own.

I will go out again this very night with my rockets and fuses. I will blow them straight out of their comfortable beds. Blow the rooftops off their houses. Blow the black, wretched night to bits. I will not stop. For mad I may be, but I will never be convenient.

And maybe if I can find a way to stop being scared, I'll actually figure out how to make friends. To be strong. To stop wallowing in my own problems.

You're crazy,' I say.'Aye,' Logan says. 'Crazy about you.

There was nothing I could say in retaliation except something that would confuse her.

I__ not the damsel in distress. I__ the villain. It__ only a matter of time before he realizes this.

It's the oldest story in the world. One day you're 17 planning for someday and then quietly, without you ever noticing, someday today. And then someday yesterday. And this is your life.

Who knew that listening to a guy sleep could be so much deeper than sleeping with a guy.

To the attention of the New Fiddleham Police Department: You've got my middle-C, and I would like it back....Please return Jackaby's tuning fork. He's getting even more obnoxious than usual.

Relationships take work. It isnâ__t true love if things go smoothly.

He sounded like he was used to people swearing at him, which made no damned sense, because he was gorgeous and a hero.

He stares at meâ__aking me inâ__ith his lips slightly parted. I struggle to hold myself in place as we gawk at each other. I want so desperately to run, but something is holding me back, keeping me in place.

I would make an anonymous call and say, this is someone who cares, do you know what kind of children you have?

sometimes you need to make a mess.

as long as I can still dream, I will dream of you.