teen

All the talking in the world couldn't even prove you and the other person both saw the same color red.

I'm really too young to go out into the world alone," he thought as he lay down

But that was last year,_ I protested as we walked through school on Tuesday, three days beforeHalloween. ____ serious, you know how people are. They forget about things.___h, really?_ Roux said, then turned and smiled at a brunette passing us. __ey, Julia, what__ up?How are things?___lut,_ Julia responded, and kept walking.Roux just looked back at me knowingly. __ou were saying?

I had choosen the path of the black sheep rather than that of the unicorns and puppies.

A complex world of intrigues and power play among couples hascombined to deny young people the love and attention they trulydeserve, more and more teenagers are leaving home to peer up withbad influence which eventually lands them in jail for the lucky onesand six feet under for the not so lucky.

Despite my dad's assurances I was strangely nervous my stomach tight ever since we'd hung up. Maybe Deb had picked up on this and it was why she'd pretty much talked nonstop since I'd approached her and asked for a ride. I'd barely had time to explain the situation before she had launched into a dozen stories to illustrate the point that Things Happened But People Were Okay in the End.

She couldn__ get any farther away inside from her skin. She couldn__ get away.

You know, there's no more dangerous creature on Earth than the teenage girl.

I believed in immaculate conception and spontaneous combustion. I believed in aliens from outer space and vampires, prophecy, and the resurrection of the dead. I had deja vu many times each day. I was thirteen.

The next thing Jordana says makes me realize that it's too late to save her. "I've noticed that when you light a match, the flame is the same shape as a falling tear." She's been sensitized, turned gooey in the middle. I saw it happening and I didn't do anything to stop it. From now on, she'll be writing diaries and sometimes including little poems and she'll buy gifts for her favourite teachers and she'll admire the scenery and she'll watch the news and she'll buy soup for homeless people and she'll never burn my leg hair again.

Neither of us fit in, so instead we fit together.

Mom let go of us and leaned back so she could look us both in the eye. __o more spending the night in the tree fort, you two.

As for me I will follow the path of the pink bunnies.

Rejection is an opportunity for your selection.

Why can't I just Google it like everything else?! I hate you public library system!

There it was again, the prickling sense of standing on a precipice.

Winter was nothing but a season of snow; spring, allergies; and summer...It was the worst. That was swimsuit season.

You and I are just kids. We've got the best and the worst of it in front of us