I drift into the armpits of strangers, tasting their manic salt, and sleep to forget everything.
Laurie Halse AndersonStichwörter: sleep eating-disorders
I embarked on a campaign of honey and kindness, which, if you've never tried it, is very hard to do with someone who thinks you are chickenhearted and has in the past called you a poxy sluggard. It is especially hard if every day you are plagued with fear about what might happen next.
Laurie Halse AndersonStichwörter: humor forge name-calling laurie-halse-anderson
I nod like I’m listening,like we’re communicating, and she never knows the difference.
Laurie Halse AndersonIn the spring of fifth grade, the boob fairy arrived with her wand and smacked Cassie wicked hard.
Laurie Halse AndersonStichwörter: humor
The unforgiving November wind blows me toward the building. Pointy snowflakes spiral down from the cake-frosting clouds overhead. The first snow. Magic. Everybody stops and looks up. The bus exhaust freezes,trapping all the noise in a gritty cloud. The doors to the school freeze, too. We tilt our heads back and open wide. The snow drifts into our zombie mouths crawling with grease and curses and tobacco flakes and cavities and boyfriend/girlfriend juice. For one moment we are not failed tests and broken condoms and cheating on essays; we are crayons and lunch boxes and swinging so high our sneakers punch holes in the clouds. For one breath everything feels better. Then it melts. The bus drivers rev their engines and the ice cloud shatters. Everyone shuffles forward. They don't know what just happened. They can't remember.
Laurie Halse AndersonThe sentences build a fence around her, a Times Roman 10-point barricade, to keep the thorny voices in her head from getting too close.
Laurie Halse AndersonHis Excellency today appealed to the Officers of this Army to consider themselves as a band of brothers cemented by the justice of a common cause.
-General Orders of George Washington, Valley Forge
There was a loud shuffling above. A line of redcoats took their position at the edge of the ravine and aimed down at the rebels.
"Present!" the British officer screamed to his men.
"Present!" yelled the American officer. His men brought the butts of their muskets up to their shoulders and sighted down the long barrels, ready to shoot and kill.
I pressed my face into the earth, unable to plan a course of escape. My mind would not be mastered and thought only of the wretched, lying, foul, silly girl who was the cause of everything.
I thought of Isabel and I missed her.
"FIRE!
Stichwörter: love war fight battle revolutionary-war
Gossip is the foul smell from the Devil's backside.
Laurie Halse AndersonI keep thinking that if I could just unzip my skin, step out of this body, then I would see who I really am.
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