Girl scouts didn't teach me what to do with emotionally unstable drunk boys.
Stephanie PerkinsStichwörter: young-adult-fiction
I was too proud to show him how hurt I was.
Kate le VannStichwörter: young-adult-fiction
When our eyes made contact it was like being slapped, I just wanted to recoil
Kate le VannStichwörter: young-adult-fiction
Nick‘s eyes widened as a total state of befuddled huh possessed him. Was he in the
Twilight Zone?
Stichwörter: humor young-adult-fiction paranormal-fiction
I have never been reduced to begging somebody to leave me alone, but in your case I’ll make an exception.
Tom UptonStichwörter: humor young-adult-fiction
Only where children gather
is there any real chance of fun.
Stichwörter: inspirational children-s-literature young-adult-fiction
I'd rather feel something for real than pretend it's not what it is. Which Zen guy said "If you want to drown, do not torture yourself with shallow water"?
A.S. KingStichwörter: young-adult teenage young-adult-fiction awesome-book great-story
How quickly we damn ourselves when we start to talk, how small and inglorious we always sound.
Curtis SittenfeldStichwörter: young-adult-fiction chick-lit
I knew that she couldn’t hear me if she was there. But the sound was enough to grab me, to hold me to hope, and with desperation that I’d never known before I knew that I must find my way back to her.
Shawn MaravelStichwörter: series young-adult-fiction volition severance
Hurry up, he'll be coming back pretty soon!"
Lynda spelled with a "y" Corgill, who was two years behind Dara, Mackenzie, and Jennifer, and had just completed her sophomore year, squeezed the hot glue gun into the door lock of the headmaster's office. Shelby Andrews, her accomplice and the newest resident to be accepted at Wood Rose, stood watch.
"I see the lights of the truck. Hurry! He's coming back! Are you finished?"
Lynda gave the metal apparatus one last squeeze, filling the lock with the quick-drying cement glue guaranteed to harden on contact. "Finished."
In the soft illumination of the crescent moon high overhead, the two girls, barefooted and wearing dark blue pajamas, ran across the lawn crisscrossed by dark, elongated shadows and dampened by night-cooled air to the maintenance shed where they placed the glue gun on the top shelf where it was normally kept. With their task completed, they quickly returned to the dormitory, to the far end from where Ms. Larkins slept, and crawled through the open window. Within minutes they were back in their rooms, in their individual beds, and sound asleep. The sleep of innocent angels.
It would soon be light; and Wood Rose Orphanage and Academy for Young Women would start another day.
Stichwörter: young-adult-fiction
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