Some feeling had started in my stomach and was traveling up to my face, and I knew that when it got there I would turn bright red and hear the ocean, which is what happens when I get put on the spot. If I don't cry, I turn red and hear the ocean. It's a lose-lose situation.
Rebecca SteadStichwörter: humor embarrassment
Life is a million different dots making one gigantic picture. And maybe the big picture is nice, maybe it's amazing, but if you're standing with your face pressed up against a bunch of black dots, it's really hard to tell.
Rebecca SteadStichwörter: life
But every person has to learn to accept what has happened in the past. Without bitterness. Or there is no point in continuing with life.
Rebecca SteadMom's always telling me to smile and hoping I'll turn into a smiley person, which, to be honest, is kind of annoying.
Rebecca SteadStichwörter: smiling
Dad is looking at the bookshelves, deep in thought, deciding which book should go where. Once, Mom came home from work and discovered that he had turned all the books around so that the bindings were against the wall and the pages faced out. He said it was calming not to have all those words floating around and "creating static." Mom made him turn them back. She said it was too hard to find a book when she couldn't read the titles. Then she poured herself a big glass of wine.
Rebecca SteadNice tights," I snorted. Or I tried to snort, anyway. I'm not exactly sure how, though people in books are always doing it.
Rebecca SteadShe's called the secretary, but as far as I can tell she basically runs the school.
Rebecca SteadStichwörter: school
It was hard to imagine him sneaking around and leaving a rose on anyone's doormat, but I guess boys will surprise you sometimes.
Rebecca SteadStichwörter: love
I had watched them trade best friends, start wars, cry, trade back, make treaties, squeal and grab each other's arms in this fake-excited way, et cetera...
Rebecca SteadMom. She always says to look at the big picture. How all of the little things don't matter in the long run. . . I know that Mom is right about the big picture. But Dad is right too: Life is really just a bunch of nows, one after the other. The dots matter.
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