Picasso.” He whispers like a priest. “Picasso. Who saw the truth. Who painted the truth, molded it, ripped from the earth with two angry hands.
Laurie Halse AndersonI didn't fit.
I was a different size, a different shape. I kept trying to squeeze into a body, a skin suit, that was too small. It rubbed me the wrong way. I blistered. I callused. I scarred over and it kept hurting. I would never fit.
But, really, I didn't want to fit. That's why it was hard.
I just do what I'm told. If I felt like talking, I would explain that she couldn't pay me enough to play on her basketball team. All that running? Sweating? Getting knocked around by genetic mutants? I don't think so.
Laurie Halse AndersonTag: humor
I'm fighting the shock of having a guest in my room. I almost kick her out because it's going to hurt too much when my room is empty again.
Laurie Halse AndersonDon't expect to make a difference unless you speak up for yourself.
Laurie Halse AndersonMelancholy held me hostage, and the bees built a hive of sadness in my soul.
Laurie Halse AndersonTag: melancholy sadness depression
I have this halfway place, a rest stop on the road to sleep, where I can stay for hours. I don't even need to close my eyes, just stay safe under the covers and breathe.
Laurie Halse AndersonIf I ever form my own clan, we'll be the Anti-Cheerleaders. We will not sit in the bleachers. We will wander underneath them and commit mild acts of mayhem.
Laurie Halse AndersonI like cheeseburgers too much to be a model.
Laurie Halse AndersonShe complains all the time about her hair turning gray and her butt sagging and her skin wrinkling, but I'm supposed to be grateful for a face full of zits, hair in embarrassing places, and feet that grow an inch a night. Utter crap.
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