“ Seventh grade had a full complement of creeps, weirdos, future criminals, and nerds. ”
If I were a seagullI wouldn't have to stick aroundIf people argued- I would fly off,swerve, wheel, dip, scream.a thousand wings of company if I have friendstwo strong wings of my ownIf I don't
~ Caroline B. Cooney
She was a mind floating in an ocean of confusion.
She had a sense of herself being brain dead: running on tubes and machines.
She had never had a daydream that dreamed itself, like nightmares. That crawled out of her brain like a creature of the dark. A daymare.
