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Basketball practice was hard when you were too tired to keep your eyes open. I got hit in the head at least three times every afternoon for the rest of the week, but that wasn’t the worst part.
Paintings of the Void hung all around Doctor Thatcher’s office. They were on every wall in her waiting room, and her therapy room. I didn’t know if it was elegant or macabre to hang a symbol of death
It started with a bang. No, a slap. My mother's head hit the floor. My father stood over her. We had to get out. If we didn't, my dad would kill her. So, we ran.
Pop’s house smelled of musk, born from years of neglect. Waves of stale air knocked the wind out of me.
Thirty-seven minutes, fourteen seconds. Rosalie reamed my mother for thirty-seven minutes, fourteen seconds.
It took two hours to walk into the middle of town. I used half an oxygen tank and needed seven rest stops, but eventually we made it.
I went through the whole morning without seeing her. Finally, at lunch Penny made an appearance.
I’d missed 60% of school days since I started at East Willow Middle, so when the principal pulled me into her office I wasn’t surprised in the least.
I sat at lunch in silence, staring off into space. Frank prattled on about one thing or another: school, movies, video games, some test he took.
Yva and I woke to darkness, neither of us wanting to move. We lost ourselves in the woods. Yva droned on and on about her ship.
I woke up in the E.R. Yva sat by my side, hands cupped in mumbled prayer. Mom stormed in like a bull in a china shop, almost crushing Yva in the process.
They say my father killed himself. I don't think so. He would never do that to us. I just know it, and I'll prove it, too, even if I lose everything in the process.
You’re completely sure honesty is the thing you want, huh? Because I’m going to be honest. If I get in trouble, I’m blaming you.
I had unfinished business with the fool that ran my father’s case.
I catch glimpses of the most random memories. Today I was fourteen, sucking on a lollipop.
I did it!!!! I found a clue that could break this case wide open!
Mom’s flight lands in a week. I’m so excited, I’m shaking.
I’ve been following Jeremiah around for the better part of three weeks. I’ve ditched school, I haven’t eaten, and I’ve barely slept.
The police haven’t interviewed us about what happened to Frank yet. I’m on pins and needles waiting.
It took me four days to see Delilah. I guess they keep you on a 72-hour suicide watch when you go crazy.
I was worried they weren’t going to do it. I worried that he was going to walk free, or that he was going to read my diary and flee the country.
Aliens are invading. The Earth is doomed. The end of the world is a bad time to fall in love.
This was the first time he’d been on a date with a girl that wasn’t a school function in, well, forever.